I
wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who
sangs to the sad, sad truth that dirty lowdown…
Oh my bad! Its you Boz Scaggs…
Just you Boz Scaggs…
Yes indeedy, that be you.
Play
that funky music white boy.
Ur’yday,
Average White Band. Faithfully,
quarter til 4:00.
I
waited till ‘urybody ‘wuz long gone,
and me
and my boombox
was
‘justa spinnin like a helter-skelter
while
I belted out your soulful-sangin-songs.
‘Justa
school-gal-crush (I’m ‘guessin)
inna-playground,
hoping get to know each other if we can (that’s all).
STRUNG
OUT!
Play
that funky music white ‘boyz.
Bobby
Caldwell,
We’re
still wondering where you came from
with
your soulful musicality (and all)
and
I guess your wondering were we’ve been
as
we search to find your soul within.
Just
came back to let you know
we
gotta thang fo your music, that we’ll never let go…
Play
that funky music white boy.
Daryl
Hall & John Oates, you sang to us
“Baby
hair with a woman’s eyes.”
You
said, you felt me ‘watchin in the night…
Well
my name wasn’t-hardly Sarah (who smiled)
but one
on one, you sure did made me cry.
Play
that funky music white ‘boyz.
Paul
Wall, I’m no rapper (you see),
but
I’ve certainly
eavesdropped
on ‘summa your-conversation
tween
you, Nelly, Kyjuan, Ali, and Murphy Lee…
Remember
dat Air Force One ft.,
Oh,
my bad, Ice man,
wrong
video. Y’all robbed dat jewelry stow,
and
told ‘em
“Make
me a grill.”
I
heard, 20 karats, 30 stacks letting us know
you’z
fo-real (killed it)!
Rap
that funky music white boy.
Holdin
back the years;
thinkin
of the fears. Nothin had the chance to be good
Simply
Red. Cept, your soulful voice.
So,
we’ll keep holdin on…waistin all our tears.
Play
that funky music white boy.
We
ain’t forgot bout your “Fame,” David Bowie.
Making
us all think things ov’r
putting
us right there where things were hollow.
Fame, fame, fame, faaaame.
Please don’t reject us first
cause what “we get,” is no tomorrow.
And
were still left thinkin things ov’r
So,
while on your new journey Bowie…
Play
that funky music white boy.
Teena
Marie and Rickie Lee Jones
I
ain’t hardly forgot bout your sAngs
I’ll
get to you, soul-sangin-sistahs
in
another poem on another day.
Play
that funky music white ‘galz!
I remember all these funky SANGERS.
And just
when they hit us on the one,
(like
Bootsy, and Parliament-Funkadelics…EverythAngs
on the one…)
Wild
Cherry had us all turnin-round shoutin:
“Play That Funky Music White ‘Boyz,”
lay down that boogie and “SANG” that soulful
music to us
til you die!
Dedicated to:“Our” white soul “SANGERS” whom we love, and embrace. I
wonder, wonder, wonder, wonder who?
