Uncle Funk Buddha

Yeah!

(ahhhh, oh yeah)

Uncle Alverino's got a brand new groove With a velvet jacket making

everybody move Sitting like a Buddha in the corner booth He don't

say a word but he's spitting the truth (say it now)

He's got the peace,

he's got the sound Spinning that heavy wax around and around (spin

it,

spin

it)

Uncle Alverino, he's the king of the funk

Sitting peaceful like a Buddha,

never letting us sunk

With a heavy bassline driving all into the night

He's the keeper of the groove,

making everything right

(oh, uncle Alverino!)

Gold rings shining under flashing light

Keeping it steady till the morning light

No stress, no strain,

just a peaceful mind The heaviest spirit that you'll ever find

Just feel the beat

Let your mind be free (just breathe,

yeah)

Uncle Alverino...

(the funk Buddha)

(yeah, keep it right there)