The Russian winter is moving in

And your face is making me snow-blind

And I never found out what you were looking for

When I first found you on my kitchen floor

And these are the days

That the mathematicians fear

Will we ever be that funky again?

Will we ever be that funky again?

No, I never found out what you were looking for

Will it stand up?

Will it stand up in court?

And yessir to my mind

I can see through time

Will we ever be that funky again?

Will we ever be that funky again?

Go!

And I won't care if you won't

And I won't say it if you won't

Will we ever be that funky again?

Will we ever be that funky again?

Will we ever be that funky again? (No, I never found out what you were looking for)

Will we ever be that funky again? (No, I never found out what you were looking for)

(No, I never found out what you were looking for)

(No, I never found out what you were looking for)