Goodbye James Brown I got to move it on down the line Got the little white pill that sent me this mornin’ I’m buggin’ on out Shut down to Memphis Got beat up in Baton Rouge If I ever get out from behind this ball I’m gonna work it on out I got to see my baby Got to get it up Hungry, miles have gone by We gonna work it on out Dynamite lover, gonna make you flip Afraid I don’t lip enough for you I’m gonna get down later tonight I’m gonna work it on out Peas porridge hot You got to jiggle it I got forty-three miles of barbed wire I’m gonna work it on out Dynamite lover, gonna make you flip Gonna work it on out Come on, baby You got to hurry Got my style Hurts so good I’m gonna put it on right now I’m gonna sit right down and cry I got the little white pills to send me I’m gonna work it all out Get outta my road I’m gonna make the trip I’m gonna work it on out Come on, got to pick it up Got it made Got it made Got it made