Lyrics - Funky White Guy by Forty-two

(
FUNKY
LATIN
BEAT) (
MAIN
MELODY)
White
Boy says he's gonna make it big someday,
Gonna be a point guard in the
NBA,
He plays basketball at the
YMCA,
He eats his
Wheaties every day, (
Slowed pace)
But he sighs and he cries,
In his bed with dismay.
Because. . . (
Drum solo) (
CHORUS)
He's just a funky white guy,
He's just a funky white guy,
He's just a funky white guy,
He's just a funky white guy, (
Drum solo)
He buys some spiffy
Air
Jordan shoes,
He gets a nose ring, and dyes his hair blue,
He climbs in his
Geo; to the ghetto he flew,
He jumped from the car and screamed "
What's up, foo!" (
Slowed pace)
All the ghetto
G's asked "
Who
ARE
YOU?"
He said. . . (
CHORUS)
I'm just a funky white guy,
I'm just a funky white guy,
I'm just a funky white guy,
I'm just a funky white guy. (
Drum solo)
He dribbled the ball to the hardwood,
He fired up a three; it fell no good,
He told 'em he'd beat 'em, if only he could,
They said "
Get some practice, you really should!" (
Slowed pace)
He promised never to return to the hood,
Because. . . (
CHORUS) (16-
MEASURE
TRUMPET
SOLO) (
CHORUS)

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