So from funky to freaky with friends takin' yo by the hand and leading you to Mars where we WANT the funk, we GOT TO HAVE that funk. No sir Sir Nose D'Voidof Funk. And psychadelics and psychadelia and even th'MOTHERS turn this mother out and acid laced and Acapulco Brick & 40 acres and a mule & hash for everyone. Casper the Holy Ghost and Bootsy's Rubber Band. Cartoons. Car toons. Car tunes.

Somebody been messin' with my funk. Somebody been sleepin with my funk.

VOL. 5. Slivering back to Sly, bang pop bang boom sliver slide shake that shake that Loose Booty, and we know why, slivering sax lines 'n' lines falsettos deep growls and we do know why that Loose Booty there's a reason Sly is on top, loose loose booty cuz he knows how to drive.

And then blow out up down left right man woman this a way and a that a way with you me and your momma from P-Funk: The Brides of Funkenstein, Bernie Worrell, George Duke 'n' mo', but George and th'boys keep grooo-vin'. But that's it. Tired out 'n' dried up 'n' re-producing 'n' re-packaging 'n' re-gurgitating 'n' re-jecting this volume Dis on th'brothers. Bustin' out o' th'groove.

CONCLUSION Run on down you maggot you punk you white-bread college-ed bored and ignored to the store with th'most music and give them yer money, honey, for volumes numeros one and two and one two three and get DOWN in yer Dunster suites with the thick grooves with the sweeties but skip skip skip on yer record player volumes four 'n' five.

We want to sing to you. We want your hips to move. We want your lips to move. So (wah wah) set yourself free. And remember: we GOT to make it FUNKY.