Funkbot 10,000 from Humilis by Jazz Emu

The scientists at CERN
were violently divided
Is it pronounced ‘guidance’
Or is it pronounced ‘guidance’

Physically fighting round
The Large Hadron collider
When suddenly a sound comes rumbling
From inside her

The boss of science opens up the lid
And from within a metal thing
Comes out with arms and legs and shit

A trumpet pokes out of its head,
It opens up its mouth and says

Funkbot 10,000 (I’m a funky robot)
He travelled here through time and space, to fix the shit that needs sorting

Funkbot 10,000
The scientists put down their fists and all take up the jazz organ

Two wicked criminals, doing the unthinkable
Robbing a civilian; the pinnacle of pitiful
He acting tough but they call his bluff
Saying “give us your stuff or we’ll kill you and stuff”

But suddenly a sound comes from behind,
A funky riff keeping perfect time:

Funkbot 10,000
The thugs became masseuses and both gave the man a nice facial.
Funkbot, so arousing
Just plug him in and you’ll see all his sexy-thrust-hip gyrations

When life gets tough and causes you to fret
If you’re feeling overwhelmed by insurmountable consumer debt
Don’t fret on taxes, no stress with
rent bills
Funkbots got saxes in place of his genitals

Thank you Funkbot, that lick was nice
But do you have any actual financial advice?
Funkbot 10,000
Funk funky funk funk.

A man lies dying on the floor,
He’s broken 10 ribs, heck maybe more
Funkbot to the rescue, dam
That’s one hell of a funky jam

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Funk
• Pop
• R&B
• London