Funk, Punk & Junk - Slade

You all get off on danger

Don’t want to live like a monk

I don’t care about the traitors in France

I might be up on junk

You wait to see the big city

Find it’s no big deal

I don’t care about custom made steaks

Gotta do what you feel

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

The papers give you the build up Sell out in every town

It’s all very good at the top of the tree

But goes-ups gotta come down

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

Don’t give me no junk — yeah

Give me some funk

Give me some punk yeah-yeah-eh-eh

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me some funk

Give me some more

We all get off on danger

Don’t want to live in a hole — no What I want is a little bye bye

A little bit of rock roll

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me some funk punk and junk

Give me funk give me punk don’t give me no junk yeah

Give me funk give me punk don’t give me no junk yeah

Give me funk give me punk don’t give me no junk yeah

Give me funk give me punk don’t give me no junk yeah

Give me funk give me punk don’t give me no junk yeah

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me funk give me punk give me junk

Give me some funk

Give me some punk

Don’t give me no junk