Bootsie Collins is the Funkiest human still living.

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Bootsy, wherever you are right now... May the Funk be with you:

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The Funk claims he was done wit dat shit, but The Funk never really left Bootsie.
 
Hello baby
Yes, it's your friendly phone fanatic again
Oh yeah I'm loaded
With verbal rap ability, baby
You know you inspire me to poetry
So listen while I recite naughty nothings
That'll wet your eardrums

I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh, can I make sweet love to you baby?

What I'd like to do would be good to you
And if you hang up on me now, I'll be through

I'm just living and loving, waiting for the moment
When you got time to kill
And if I can't your love, then
What's a telephone bill?

According to way the way you make me feel
I guess you'd call it obscene phone call
I'm not a storyteller though baby
I'd rather be with you, me to me
Oh, a sort of physical love, like, bubba
Oh, you're the sweetest fantasy I know

YOU

Excuse me if I seem obscene to you
I'm being real and that seems the thing to do

I'm just living and loving, waiting for the moment
When you got time to kill
And if I can't get your love, then
What's a telephone bill?

Oh baby, uh, just wanna hang on

I'd like to, I'd like to, I'd like to yeah yeah yeah
I'd like to make sweet love to you

Oh no, not that baby
I wanna be real with you

Let me just breathe in your ear hole baby
(Ohhhh ohhhh)
Don't fake me out
I love you baby
(I'd like to make sweet love to you)
Let me see if I can hit that note again
I love you baby
(Ohhh ohhh doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
(I'd like to make sweet love to you)

Can you just explain to me what key are you in, baby?

I'd like to get real funk-kay
(I'd like to make sweet love to you)


IOh, oh
I'd like to make sweet love to you

Maybe I'll manicure your toenails
And uh, make sweet love to you baby!
Rub my body with yours
Wait a minute operator, I'm not talking to you!
 
You can't take the Funk outta Bootsie anymore than you can take Bootise out the Funk. It's like night with no stars, water with no H2, Jesus Camp without lunatics. It just cannot exist on it's own.

It's like John Frusciante without a guitar. You know?
 
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