The F-Word Lyrics

Please tell me what's in a name... as this one came walking out.
The person left who was there, opened his third mouth to shout.
Old hat.  It's the F-word.
Old hat.  Just keep it outta my face.
Old hat.  It's the wrong word.
Old hat.  Dig, don't label me FUNK!

It feels like we've been here forever,
And I'm sure that Brian is bored
But we just keep on laughing,
For what we're about to receive, may the good Lord help us.

(chorus) 

It was coming down, but we put it in our shirts
And we knew better than that so we started wearing skirts
The cardinas was coming back again, he was wearing the number one. 
But all that comes a little bit later, tonight we're talking Jordan.

Even though things look bad, we'll keep right along.
Through labels tags and the rest,
The tribe is numbering strong.
(chorus)