Funkadelic Be My Beach Lyrics

Be My Beach Lyrics

{Bootsy}: 

Hello beach, I suppose you know this is those crazios
calling,

uh, long distance baby.

I'd just like to be your bridge
over troubled waters mama

Dig...while I smoke on it.



Come
Saturday night 

When all the world is counting sheep I'll count the
moments

'Till I have to leave your side

Come Saturday night

When all but the moon is fast asleep I'll watch the sun rise

And leap
into your eyes



She's a lot of fun. She likes to come on much too
strong

She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only freak been born

As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the beach

Or to be
exact, there's a whole lot of beaches



{Bootsy}: 

Mama, be my
beach

Ahhh...I'd just like to say, baby

Oh, I just feel so good just
being able to talk to you for a while, uh

Maybe you remember the last time
we was together

And how you rubbed me on my head, uh

Oh baby it felt
so good...you make me wanna say oh baby!



Come 4th of July 

When all the vultures wait in line I'll wait in limbo

To lay upon your
bod

Come 4th of July

When all the vultures wait in line to cop their
suntans

And lay upon your bod



She's a lot of fun. She likes
to come on much too strong

She's a lot of fun. Think that she's the only
freak been born

As a matter of fact, she's not the only sand at the
beach

Or to be exact, there's a whole lot of beaches



{Bootsy}: 

Mama be my beach, beach

Uh...what's in the sand, uh
beach?

Uh, maybe seashells of a clover...or something

And maybe a
few octo-pupupupupupusses-uh

Oh I'm walking over your board