Maximumisness

[Intro: George Clinton] Say something social; what I wouldn't eat if I wasn't on a diet? Say something political; I'm dying to eat it Say something funky [Chorus: George Clinton] Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where is the lumps in my funk? [Verse One: George Clinton] A habit can be broken if you drop it You say you try to kick it but you can't stop it Biscuits good to the gravy when you sop Like dripping from Joe you can't stop it Poppa died of a headache Cause he refused to be a cotton picker Read this on a bumper sticker And the gravy from greens is called pot liquor [Hook] Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Just food for thought Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- And would you like to say girlies Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Enlightening baby, thanks for nothing Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- awwww let's eat Where is the lumps in my funk? [Verse Two: George Clinton] I don't want to be a guru Or claim to be a preacher or a teacher Let me run something through to you I feel for you, I hope I can reach you Feel for you, I hope I can reach you Feel for you, I hope I can reach you, yeah [Break: George Clinton] Whoa, this is maximumisness Bringing you organic truth Food for thought According to the genealogy of the "P" documents The shepard has pulled the wool over your eyes May I take your order [Hook] Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- As it is so shall it be Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- If being is what it's about it is Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Maximumisness Where is the lumps in my funk? ---- Yo, HO! Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Yeah, food for thought Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Organic truth Where are the lumps in my gravy? -- Speak on it Where are the lumps in my gravy? Where is the lumps in my funk? [Outro: George Clinton] This is the freedom of information, ha ha, getting funky History, mystery, prophecies, new age world philosophies Contemporary gossip has it that mother hubbard has a funk CIA I-O as in P2, illuminating funk P.U Food for thought Food for thought The hearts and minds of men and nations Food for thought The great heresy, the non-believer, the infidel Food for thought And guess who's coming to dinner Oh be quiet, what are you some kind of messiahship connection Shut up, play Herbie I am Sir Nose, D'Void of funk, I will never dance I am the subliminal seducer And the freedom of information is too expensive for you I will never dance, I will never dance You lie!