George Clinton And The Funkadelics Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad The Doo Lyrics

Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad The Doo Lyrics

The world is a toll-free toilet

Our mouths neurological assholes

And psychologically speaking

We're in a state of mental diarrhea

Talking shit a mile a minute

Or in a state of constipated notions

Can't think of nothin' but shit

And in this world of

Stinky futures, shitty memories and

Constipated 19 now-nows

Emerges from the hiney of your head

The doo doo chasers,

The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad

The prune juice of the mind

The doo doo chasers

Friends of roto-rooter

Bringing you music to get your shit together by

The band in the tidy bowl of your brain

(What was that long word again-Promental?)



A musical bowel movement

Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea

Social bullshit

Crazy do-loops

Mental poots



They call us the unflushables

One swipe a clean wipe

(Go flush it, fellas)



And what causes all of this shit?

What is the source of food for thought?

Ego-munchies

Images doggie bags

Me burger with I sauce on it

Me burger with I sauce on it

A myself sandwich

A personal burger

Hamburger

And a glass of constricted cola

Out to lunch with lunch meat

The fear of being eaten by the sandwich

The Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis-----

The doo doo chasers

Friends of roto-rooter

Music to clean your shit by



Low calorie logic

Muscle brain

Skinny brain



Count the calories of your thoughts

Funk, Confucius says

Like Chinese laxatives

Sweet and sour bowel movements

And in this world of stinky memories

Shitty futures

19 now nows-constipated-like

The prune juice of the mind

The band in the tidy bowl of your brain

Bringing you music to clean your shit by



Funk, the P-Preparation

The mental musical bowel movement

Groovalax

One swipe a clean wipe

And with no extra charge

A psychological trend

A neurological enema

Holy Shit

(let me try one-crap)

Corpolite

Prehistoric doo doo

Helping you get your shit together



Backstage at a Funkadelic rehearsal

We bring you the doo doo chasers

(Which one is George Clinton?)

Out to lunch with lunch meat, once again

The fear of being eaten by a sandwich

Lunchville

Where lunch is a nice time of day

At least twice a week



Fried Ice Cream is a reality



(Which one is George Clinton?)



Fried Ice Cream is a reality

Guess who's coming to lunch

I'm not gonna pay for this lunch, man!



Fried Ice Cream is a reality!

Fried Ice Cream is a reality!

Fried Ice Cream is a reality