Let's Get Funky - Sparks

She arrived on a Greyhound bus

And she was young and so lean

And she smelled like a smalltown church

But she looked like a queen

And I walked up and asked her name

And she gave me a stare

So I said will you marry me

She just brushed at her hair

She looked hungry and knew I was

So she ate lunch with me

Then she held out a greasy hand

Rubbed the grease on my knee

Maybe she’s taken a vow of silence

Maybe she’s from some quiet island

Or maybe she’s scared of big city life, I don’t know

Maybe she’s had a difficult life

Oh c’mon baby just a word

Just a syllable or two

Take your pick say a word

Any word at all will do

Let’s get funky