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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

 

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