In a funky funk, not stinky like a skunk, tripping up with a little frump, frumpy, feeling like monkey,

Staring off into space, pick a little, tired of the rat race, one thing to the next, slow the grind, sharpens the axe but dang, need a little relax a lot, the list is long, no rest,

Rest up hard to come by so much so, when it does bubbles up, can’t let go of the do,

How ‘bout you, what about the funk?