Lyrics

In, out, in out, breathe

Breathe – A mystic funk sensation
And just believe – don’t need no deep explanation
Will change your mood - release your soul super-tension
Suck in lung food. Be bigger, badder, bolder, braver, better

Loose your mind and come to your senses
‘Aint it ‘bout time you lowered your defences
Life is so hard, wid choo
Time is spinning faster. Whatcha gonna do?
If you don’t got the Mooosefunk consult Professor Funklove
A sage dispensing mystic expertise
Allopathic is tragic, what you need is funky magic
Of the Mooose kind, yeah yeah.

Inhale - like you should
Exhale - feels good
Attention extension
The force of life creation on the inside
Get real
We’re gonna do it
You gotta do
Just do it do it do it
‘Cause we’re here and we’re there
We’re Big Bad Mooose, we’re everywhere
Now Breathe

[In out in out]
Fear, Food, Sex, Fight
The improvements are astounding when you’re breathing right
This ‘aint no hippy sermon and one thing you can be certain
‘Fessor Funklove’s chowin’ vegan and has lost no might
Make some chill time, say ‘Omm’
Ignore the happy clappy, feel the Mooosefunk bomb
Dig the funky hint, a little clue to solve the quiz
Help them feel the funk girls. Tell it like it is