Goodbye James Brown
I got to move it on down the line
Got the little white pill that sent me this mornin'
I'm buggin' on out

Shut down to Memphis
Got beat up in Baton Rouge
If I ever get out from behind this ball
I'm gonna work it on out

I got to see my baby
Got to get it up
Hungry, miles have gone by
We gonna work it on out

Dynamite lover, gonna make you flip
Afraid I don't lip enough for you
I'm gonna get down later tonight
I'm gonna work it on out
Peas porridge hot

I got forty-three miles of barbed wire
I'm gonna work it on out
Dynamite lover, gonna make you flip

Gonna work it on out
Come on, baby
You got to hurry
Got my style
Hurts so good
I'm gonna put it on right now

I'm gonna sit right down and cry
I got the little white pills to send me
I'm gonna work it all out
Get outta my road
I'm gonna make the trip

I'm gonna work it on out

Come on, got to pick it up
Got it made
Got it made
Got it made