Come on everybody Get on your feet Get with the beat There's a brand new dance craze Sweeping the nation And it's called the Funky Western civilization Well there's a riot in the courthouse There's a fire in the street There's a sinner bein' trampled By a thousand pious feet There's a baby every minute Bein' born without a chance Now don't that make you want To jump right up and start to dance? Let's do the Funky The Funky Western Civilization It's really spunky It's just like summertime vacation You just grab your partner by the hair Throw her down and leave her there They put Jesus on a cross They put a hole in J.F.K. They put Hitler in the driver's seat And looked the other way Now they've got poison in the water And the whole world in a trance But just because we're hypnotized That don't mean we can't dance We've got the Funky The Funky Western Civilization Oh get down Get funky Get Western (Own up to it boys and girls) And if you try real hard Maybe you can even get Civilized ... Here, following, L'Inspiré Poulet Solitaire, your Friend Tonio launches into an obscure monologue About Joan of Arc and Saturday nite. Or is it a Transdimensional soliloquy by Joan herself? Or is It Myel reading a hastily prepared script? And what Does this mean: You can bullshit the baker and get the buns You can back out of every deal except one.