Whisper this, whisper that
Condolences, uneasy
Dressed in mustache
Matched with glasses
Champagne and wine and dine
Mumble fiction, mumble fact
Speak the creed, scribble treaties
Mumble quiet, mumble loud
Crystal clear, so they hear
Not too high – pitch the sound
Careful with how it appears
Smile, cheese
Greedy, yes, no, maybe so
Come on please
Show the crowds, they’re your peers
Oooh, ahhh, woah, uh oh, oh no
They know, no one is
No one can be a flawless pro
We’re all monkeys, quit judging
Darwin was right, we’re all monkeys
Yeah son, we’re all lucky
Funky Johnny Yoyo is marching
Everyone’s watching
Funky Johnny Yoyo
He’s heating up
Funky Johnny Yoyo aren’t we lucky
We’re all monkeys
The peers are poking
Asking questions by the millions
Are you happy, are you pleased?
Is your head in the clouds?
Recollection, thoughts are said
Memories are mixed, everything’s lessened
Unheard, unlearned, crazy thorns
Questions on repeat
Are you happy, are you pleased?
Is your head in the clouds?
Answer silent, it is golden, the bars are cold
The lock is frozen, the cage is getting old
Don’t you worry, don’t you cry, it’s all for show
Funky Johnny Yoyo has arrived
It’s almost over now
He’s here, made your momma
Made her super proud
Funky Johnny Yoyo
He’s heating up
He hears, he calms
He disarms the bombs
Funky Johnny Yoyo
He’s heating up
He’s hopping fences
White picket, stereotypical sixties
Barb wired, even electric
Rocking, he’s like Dennis
Funky Johnny Yoyo the menace
Without the threat
Not of the administration, disobedient
Makes you think, only for ten seconds
Then longer, harder, until you got it
Coincidence he does only well
Whoever, whatever, wherever, whenever
Why-ever, that’s messed up
However, that’s better
Forever is way too long
It’s over, roll the credits
He’s heating up
Funky Johnny Yoyo
Throw him an Oscar, a Grammy
He was on MTV, that’s his Emmy
It’s Funky Johnny Yoyo time
He hears, he calms
He’s here to
Disarm the bomb
Automatically trained
When he falls he climbs
Time after time
He’s like a brain
Coming high, coming low
Walk the dog, rock that cradle
Intensity is pouncing
The pressures mounting
Ears are bleeding
Heads are bobbing
Bodies are bouncing
They’re heating up
They’re taking off
Pity pretty, pretty pity
Do not worry, no one’s busy
No one’s lying, no one’s vanished
Everyone’s circling over his head
Watching Funky Johnny Yoyo like a hawk
Funky Johnny Yoyo
He’s heating up
He hears, he calms
He disarms the bombs
Funky Johnny Yoyo
He’s heating up
