Superbad, Superslick James Brown

Heh, watch me, told you once
Hey, yeah yeah yeah

I got something that makes me wanna shout
And I got that thing, tell 'em what it's all about, li'l tune by us
Something I do, my thing, I don't need nobody else
Feels so good, good God
Then I jump back, huh, hey, can I kiss myself? Yeah
Oh, oh, ha

I got soul (Soul), and I'm super bad, yeah (Soul), slick
I got soul (Soul), I'm super bad (Soul)

(Hustle, ooh ooh ooh)
Looka here, ha, woo (Ooh ooh ooh)

Sometimes I feel like, I ain't got no back in my bone
Sometimes I feel like, my woman oughta leave me alone, ah ah
Hug and kiss my woman, gotta twist my hip, yeah
Then I do the Hustle, I said my backbone slip
You know what I had, I got soul, ha, uh, and I'm super bad
Ha (Soul), uh

Up and down, all around
Right on, people, let it all hang out
Lettin' you know, yeah, yeah yeah, what it's all about, Chicanos
When you, ah, hey hey
When you, WOO
(Hustle, ooh ooh ooh) Wait a minute, uh
Now Fred (Blow), Fred, Fred (Puerto Ricans)
Fred (Cubans), Fred (Indians)