I love the guitar riffs and the continued aura so far on the B-side. But to me "How Funky Is Your Chicken" sounds a bit cheesy. As if Michael's getting the hots over a bucket of KFC.
Lyrics
Show me how funky is your chicken now
Let me see you get away, get away
When the band starts kickin' now
Show me how funky is your chicken now
Let me see you get away, get away
When the band starts kickin' now
Oh, my, if you can do the funky chicken better than I can
I don't mind givin' in to the better man
Ooh, but I said I like competition, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause a little competition now keeps me condition now
Oh, oh, oh, so you better come on, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put yourself in the groove and get ready to move, come on
Show me how funky is your chicken now
Let me see you get away, get away
When the band starts kickin' now
Show me how funky is your chicken now
Let me see you get away, get away
When the band starts kickin' now
You've been spreadin' rumors
You're the baddest on two feet
Let me tell you buddy, I'm ready to compete
We're gonna have a showdown, I'm ready, how 'bout you? Oh
We're gonna dance 'til the midnight hour 'til the sun come shinin' through
Come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put yourself in the groove and get ready to move, come on
We're gonna have a showdown
Gonna get the low down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, showdown
You wanna be around
Gonna have a showdown
We're gonna get the low down
You better start the showdown
