"Funk Pop a Roll" as written by and Andy Partridge....
Funk pop a roll beats up my soul
Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill
Of your radio
Into the mouths of babes
And across the backs of its willing slaves

Funk pop a roll consumes you whole
Gulping in your opium so copiously from a disco
Everything you eat is waste
But swallowing is easy when it has no taste

They can fix you rabbits up
With your musical feed
They can fix you rabbits up
Big money selling you stuff that you do not need

Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals
Music by the yard for the children they keep
Like poseable dolls
The young to them are mistakes
Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake

Funk pop a roll the only goal
The music business is a hammer to keep
You pegs in your holes
But please don't listen to me
I've already been poisoned by this industry!

Funk pop a roll beats up my soul

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"Funk Pop a Roll" as written by Andy Partridge

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    General CommentWow, no comments. I thought there'd at least be one about the "bye, bye" at the end of the song--apparently Andy thought that Mummer would be their last record so he said "bye, bye."
    camera123on June 15, 2010   Link

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