Martial Law (Hey Man... Smell My Finger) George Clinton

[Intro: George Clinton]
Code: oh, how the funk linger
Emcees' access: smell my finger!!

[Chorus]
Awwwwwwww woooooowww, ladda ladda ledda ladda ladda
It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours
It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours
Yeaaah whores, nothing but a party

[Verse One: George Clinton]
Check, funk is dead is what they said
While sitting around cheating at pool-smooth
Bags bagging and they weren't bragging to tell the truth
They were looking real cool
They were choked up tight in their white on white
Cocoa brown fronts were down
They wore candy striped ties hanging down to their flies
Sported gold dust crowns

[Chorus: X2]
It's gonna take Martial Law, curfew ain't gonna get it
It's gonna take Martial Law, we're used to funking after hours