D.H.Z.

Lyrics

As You Start To Catch The Vibes From The Freaky Fab Four
Your Brain Starts A-Squirming As Your Body Hit's The Floor
You're A-Pumping Your Booty, And Your Brain's Going Shooty
Cooling Intellectual Juices, 'cause Hay Zoose Gives A Doody
Be It In A Little Datsun, Or A Chevy Truck-O'-Doom
Jump In The Spotty Buick 'cause There's Always Extra Room
But You Better Be Prepared, 'cause We Don't Got Central Air
But One Thing's For Sure: Passers By Are Gonna Stare

D, I, G
D, I, G

Here We Go...
Well, We Got A Funky Friend; We Call Him "One-Take Jim"
Digging Psycho-Funky Tunes From The Dudes To The End
Laying Down Funky Grooves, Putting People Through The Moves
Got It Down To An Art, Should Be Hanging At The Louvre
Billy Is A-Slapping, Making Picky Pappys
Would You Like To See His Nakin'?
Funky Bub Ain't Slacking, Putting Bees In My Bops And The Hips In Your Hops
Funky Twins To The End - Bill And Jim Won't Stop

D, I, G
D, I, G, (Fire In The Whole)
D, I, G, H, A, Y, Z, O, O, S, E - The Move Of The Groove Of My Buddies And Me
Let Your Mind Go Free; We'll Teach You All To See

Well, Caution To The Kiddies, 'cause I'm Jumping On The Mike
Vocals Busting So High They Might Scare The Little Tyke
Up And Down Like Stars, Trilling ' Round Without A Care
Spinning, Bumping Onstage Like In Dancing On Air
And Now We Come To Dave: He's Our Six String Fave
Chunky Grinds And Grunts That Always Schmooze The Babes
It's With The Brothers Four That Our Earthly Spirits Soar
And The Funky Zoose Boys Get You All To Hit The Floor

D, I, G
D, I, G, (Fire In The Whole)
D, I, G, H, A, Y, Z, O, O, S, E - The Move Of The Groove Of My Buddies And Me
Let Your Mind Go Free
We'll Teach You All To See That Nothing Says Loving Like A Turtle In The Oven
On The Stage, In A Rage - At The Tone Turn The Page