The big, the fat, the cool cool cats

The psychedelic soul puts the Planets on the map

The chic, the love, the far out name

The lack of the funk's the main why we came

The boogie gets done, the colors won't run

The funk hits the square, the kids gotta come

The pizza with the pop, the west 4th stop

The crew after crew that do the grasshop

The true cool is black, the new school is fat

The beats by the ounce, the funk by the pack

The hanging off the butts with the fat sole kicks

A nickel bag of funk

A nickel bag of funk