Y'all come on in now
Come right on down front
I got something I want to show you
Now y'all heard of the Popcorn
Y'all heard of the Dog
You heard about all your other dances
But now there's a brand new dance
That's going around
I want to show you exactly what I'm talking about
I'm talking about the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
and your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You start your feet to kicking
That's when you know
You doin' the funky chicken
You put both arms up across your face
You knees start wiggling all over the place
You flap your arms
and your feet start kicking
Then you know you doin' the funky chicken
Oh, I'm feeling it now
I feel so unnecessary
This is the kind
This is the kind of stuff
To make you feel like you
Want to do something nasty
Like waste some chicken gravy
On your white shirt
Right down front here we go y'all
You work both arms and you work both feet
Use a dab of gravy, you right on the beat
You flap your arms
And your feet start kicking
The you know you doin' the funky chicken
I haven't flown off the deep end, so there's no need to get me committed. "The Funky Chicken" is actually relevant to this project. Really. Our interpretation of Susannah requires a little funk, so the MacDiva herself channeled Rufus Thomas and gave her Donnettes a crash course in the fowl frenzy of yesteryear, and I ain't talking no Colonel Sanders finger lickin' good kinda stuff. Unfortunately, because of copyright issues, we won't be able to use "The Funky Chicken" in our piece, but we're certainly going to find something similar. I can't give away too much of Susannah, but let's just say that the score will make y'all get up flappin' your wings and kickin' your feet.
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