Born With a Funky Bone

I was born with a funky bone
from crawl to walk, I stood alone
with a Creole snare and a jazzy twist
a Latin flair and a microchip
the work is hard, but the reward's a throne
born with a funky bone

the management was wrong
the check was short, it should have been long
we drove all night just to play the show
turned around and then we drove back home
the work is hard, they even stole my throne
born with a funky bone

the after party was cool
jumped off the roof, landed into the pool
the girls came by with a wink and smile
we were a gabbing and a chatting for the whole dang while
the work is hard, hard as stone
born with a funky bone

people come and people go
you wrecked your car, you broke your phone
you lost your job, they burned your home
you forget everything that you once had known
but there's one thing that will always be your own
if you're born with a funky bone