The Charlie Daniels Band - Funky Junky lyrics

You can mess around if you want to But there's some things a man just don't do And if you see him comin' walkin' down the street You better jump back Outta his way Ever notice how the street gets empty Every time he comes around Coz he's got somethin' in his left hip pocket Makes a bulldog hunker down Funky-junky Funky-junky He lives on Misery Boulevard About a half o' mile south of the graveyard In a rundown,leaky roof, funky old dirt floor One room pinelog shack He lives on muskrat barbeque And he sleeps on a railroad track He's gotta tiger in his living room He's gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky