Cha Cha Cha

It's two in the morning and the party continues
I see my people dancing with their hands up and they say
Funk, funk I want to dance
I wanna hear the funky gods play

I mean parliament, george clinton
To James Brown, they are the gods of Olympus
I have class and I have style
I am true in what I do and what I say

I have, I have, I have, you have nothing
I have three funkytos in a cabin

I am the funky guy of the place
And I'm going to make all the funkers dance
A nation to the rhythm of funk, (funk, funk)
It's not the same as your heavy metal anymore
Why are you coming to my party?
You don't dance, you kiss, you stink

I'm in the house with a good man
Juan Sativa is his name

Superteta, the golden goal of sound
Cutting off heads, flushing them down the toilet
A forum of crazy ideas, few things to say
And we still have to live

Here Juan sativa, Latin, from the lingo la bota
The beggar's rite
Warm flower of life is full of truth
Look at this party, the party is on
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl

Boogie men, groovy sex at your side
Rolling the dice
Lighting the green insane cigar
I beat believing that I kill
Date, copper boy Juan sativa
Servatanas, Santiago women

Representing my rhythm
The grace of my word, the magic of my tricks
It explodes overnight
Without revenge

Impact on the act
I do not retract
I speak portraits of everything I deal with
Exactly, this is my pact
I have lived for years and I keep it intact

Run, open your ears and hear
The words of the magician, I do abracadabra to you
No revenge, take off, while this progresses
Speed thirty three
When you see me on top of my two turntables
I am two elements, I invent

Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl

Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
(one nine nine seven)
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl
(the tits)
Cha-cha-cha-cha funky girl

Ohh, funk!