Doing It To Death

Hit it! How you feelin' brother? (Feelin' good!)

You're feelin' good

You play so much bone, brother

How you feelin', man? (I feel alright!)

I won't call your name

I don't want no people to know you're in here

How you feelin', fellas? (Alright!)

Now jam! Sure gettin' down

We're gonna have a funk good time...

We gotta take you higher

Huh! Alright!

We gotta take you higher, huh!

Brothers! Now I want everybody to blow

About two choruses

And then I'm gonna wave you in

I wanna get the fella

With the little horn over there

Fred's gonna take us higher, take us higher

Fred, Fred, Fred!

You know what, when I hear a groove

Like this groove, oh!

I say, I got to get higher

Yeah baby, yeah, yeah

Look a'here

When someone's got a groove like this

You know, you know, no!

I need to grit, gotta grit

Gonna eat, gotta eat

Need to grit, gotta grit, no breath

You know, brothers

I'm gettin' ready to wave y'all in

You know what

I feel so down, I need to get down

In order for me to get down

I got to get in D.

In order for me to get down, I got to get in D.

Need to get in D., dog for D.

Down D., funky D., shakin' D.,down D.

Oh! Huh! Ha ha!

Get on down!

Look a'here, look at that

What we gotta do

Gotta have a funk good time...

Oh, yeah

I didn't know you were singin', Fred

Don't moan so much

Buddy, don't moan so much

We gotta take you higher

Wait a minute!

Know who you say that was over there

(Man, you're lookin' better)

(I know I've seen him somewhere)

Is that Maceo?