The Ballad of the Funk Shack

[Chorus] There's a dancefloor in the swampland, reserved for just me and you; And if you're smart, you'll have the heart To cut a rug or two Now we'll have a ball to the whip-poor-will's call, right until the sun comes back For the night's our day, so the legends say Of the Funk Shack way out back [Verse] It's a run-down, shotgun dancehall Made of cypress, aspen, an' oak With a ramshackle tin roof full of bullet-holes, that conveniently lets out the smoke No one knows who built it Let alone who holds the deed But if you want fun, come get you some This shack has all you need [Chorus] [Guitar Solo] [Bass Solo] [Verse] [Chorus] The bouncer's name is Jimmy Bartender goes by Jack No valet to be found, though At this ragged, funky shack We meet here on the weekends And even in between Lord knows we'd be here everyday If our bosses weren't so mean [Verse] It's a run-down, shotgun dancehall Made of cypress, aspen, an' oak With a ramshackle tin roof full of bullet-holes, that conveniently lets out the smoke No one knows who built it Let alone who holds the deed But if you want fun, come get you some This shack has all you need