Every thing is on the one

(Verse 1) Struttin' down the Mothership, he's the man, With a rainbow dreadlock fan, George Clinton, the funkadelic preacher, Spreading vibes like a cosmic teacher. (Chorus) Oh, George, king of the funk nation, Your music's a cosmic revelation, From the depths of the P-Funk sea, You bring the groove that sets us free. (Verse 2) Atomic dog in the starlight night, Flashlight beams so outta sight, With a bop gun in his hand, he's ready to go, He's the maestro of the funkadelic show. (Bridge) Parliament's on the rise, can't you feel the heat? Funky rhythms in the heart, soulful beats in the feet, George's voice rings out, it's a soulful call, He's the grandmaster funk, the wizard of them all. (Outro) So let's give it up for Mr. Clinton, The funk's alive, it ain't ever quittin', Raise your hands for the groove's magician, Long live the funk, in George's vision.