whiteboy funk

my original demo song...

WHITEBOY FUNK - ©Richard Murrey

[VERSE 1]
I walked in the club on a Friday night,Feelin’ ten feet tall though my jeans were tight.DJ dropped a beat that was smooth and slick—But my hips started movin’ like a broomstick.Girls laughed soft, but they liked the show,Said, “Boy’s got soul… just real shallow.”

[CHORUS]
White boy funk—I can’t dance, but I sure can try.White boy funk—Shake it left, hope it don’t fly right.White boy funk—Ain’t pretty, but it’s certified.If you got no rhythm, raise your hands—White boy funk tonight!

[VERSE 2]
I tried moonwalkin’ but my boots got stuck,Tried a body roll—looked more like a truck.Saw a brother in the corner doin’ moves so smooth,I said, “Teach me, man!” He said, “You can’t improve.”But he smiled, said, “Son, just do your thing—Your funk ain’t right, but it sure got zing!”

[CHORUS]
White boy funk—I two-step where I’m s’posed to slide.White boy funk—Clap on one when it should be five.White boy funk—It ain’t cool but it’s bona fide.If wrong feels right, then shake it bright—White boy funk tonight!

[BRIDGE]
Bass goes doom-ba-doom,Horns go wah-wah-woo,Crowd goes wild,And I go… “Sorry, y’all, that’s all I can do.”
But the groove don’t judge—It forgives mistakes,So I danced like a chickenTill the whole room shakes!

[VERSE 3]
Now I’m the legend of the lopsided beat,Spin so bad that folks retreat.But they come right back just to cheer me on—‘Cause my funk is wrong, but the fun is strong.And the DJ shouts from his neon throne:“That boy funky… all on his own!”

[solo break]

[FINAL] CHORUS
White boy funk—Where the hips commit a misdemeanor.White boy funk—Got moves that violate subpoena.White boy funk—Awkward, loud, but gettin’ cleaner.No shame in the game, just claim your fame—White boy funk forever!

[OUTRO]
If you can’t dance…Dance anyway.That’s white boy funk.