Here's what you missed Regionals is coming up
and Jessie's left the glee club, and though it seems like
which is confusing.
I think I kind of like her. I don't want her to get hurt.
Quinn's preggo and feels like she's totally alone.
And Sue won't leave Will alone as the poor guy's trying
to get over divorcing his terrible wife, Terri.
I mean, she's not terrible.
She's just kind of... you know, terrible.
Sorry. And that's what you missed on Glee.
Is it just me, or does it feel like
we have a real shot at Regionals next month?
The Ohio Show Choir chat rooms have all been buzzing
about how Vocal Adrenaline has lost a step.
I agree-- the judges know all of their tricks
and now that we have Jessie,
they've lost their best performer.
You guys have to come to the auditorium-- it's an emergency!
Jessie?
What are you doing up there with them?
I've transferred back to Carmel High, Rachel.
I'm sorry that it's come to this,
but you guys were awful to me.
You never accepted me,
you never listened to my clearly superior ideas.
Why are you here in our auditorium?
The blogs and the chat rooms say that we're finished,
and that you guys are ripe to topple us.
We just wanted to show you
a something we came up with a few days ago
to see if you agree with that assessment.
* Bom-bom-bom *
Ooh, let's go.
* Steve walks warily down the street *
* With the brim pulled way down low *
* Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet *
* Machine gun's ready to go *
* Are you ready? * * Hey *
* Are you ready for this? *
* Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? *
* Out of the doorway the bullets rip *
* To the sound of the beat * * Yeah *
* Bom-bom-bom *
* Another one bites the dust *
* Bom-bom-bom *
* Another one bites the dust *
* How do you think I'm gonna get along *
* Without you when you're gone? *
* You took me for everything that I had *
* And kicked me out on my own *
* Are you happy? *
* Are you satisfied? *
* How long can you stand the heat? *
* Out of the doorway the bullets rip *
* To the sound of the beat, look out *
* Bom-bom-bom *
* Another one bites the dust. *
Thanks for letting us borrow your auditorium, guys.
It's quaint.
It's a Carmel High tradition.
They psych out the competition a few weeks before the big show.
They call it a funkification.
Meaning they show us what they've got,
and we spiral into a deep black funk.
Yeah. Yeah, we used to do the same thing
to other football teams.
You know, try and get inside their head before a big game,
pull little pranks to intimidate them.
Yeah, well, the difference was our football team sucked.
Those guys are golden.
Come on, keep your heads up, guys.
It's going to take more than that
to get us into a funk.
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I feel so violated.
It's like someone broke into our home.
Look, it was just a lame little prank.
And the fact that they're trying to get to us
means maybe we got them spooked.
Uh-uh, Mr. Shue. They aren't afraid of anything.
That number they did was fantastic.
You know, which doesn't make any sense.
They had all that equipment.
How did they even get in?
I gave 'em all keys.
Helped them do a sound check
over the weekend.
Hey, this way, fellas.
Let's punch out this wall here.
That'll open up the space a little bit. Sue, what are you doing?
I can't talk to you now, William.
Drafting class is helping me redecorate around here.
You see, I have Nationals over the weekend,
and I expect to return with a comically large
first place trophy for which
I have absolutely no room in my trophy case.
As soon as you hurry up and lose at Regionals,
this choir room will become my official trophy annex.
You know what it has to look like?
Elvis' gold record room at Graceland.
Except I'll be wanting far fewer morbidly obese
white women waddling around and crying.
Sue, get out of my room.
Glee Clubbers, for you those of you whose hearing
has not been damaged by massive doses of Acutane, listen up.
In a few weeks, Glee Club will be finished.
Now how do I know that?
Well, I recently checked the odds with my Vegas bookie,
who told me that you're 40-1 underdogs at Regionals.
You are going to lose, and your dreams
will be crushed.
Sue, can I see your trophy?
Sure, Will.
Hope and dream.
You dropped your trophy, Sue.
You know, for me, trophies are like herpes.
You can try to get rid of them, but they just keep coming.
You know why?
Sue Sylvester has hourly flare-ups of burning, itchy,
highly contagious talent.
Enjoy your last few days here.
This room is mine.
So you sign here,
and here.
And you sign here and here.
Well...
By the power vested in me by the bar association
of the great State of Ohio,
I know pronounce you no longer husband and wife.
Mazel tov.
You're still that 16-year-old boy to me.
You always will be.
All right, guys, today I want to talk to you about regrets.
Who has some?
Giving my heart to Jessie, just to have it crushed
like the stage floor at a performance of Stomp.
Thinking "trust me" was a sensible birth control option.
We all have them.
I just finalized my divorce.
I regret living in a relationship
that wasn't working.
Letting her put me in these deep funks
and not fighting back.
Besides creeping us out, why are you telling us this?
Because if we lose to Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals,
none of us are going to regret it.
We will have given it our best shot
and we won't look back.
But we will regret letting them get the best of us
before the competition.
Which is why we need to hit them back just like they hit us.
So you want us to TP their choir room?
Whatever the better, cooler version of that is.
Like, uh, maybe-maybe we should steal their school statue.
Their school statue
is a giant bronze of a great white shark eating a seal pup.
It weighs three tons.
Okay, how about this one.
All right, we get like...
Everyone knows this is going to come down to me.
Revenge, fear, the merciless infliction of pain.
These are my kingdoms.
First time I gave a wedgie to a kid, I was four years old.
Finn and I may still hate each other for some reason,
but we both know that defending the honor of New Directions
is going to be our dirty job.
Yeah, I did it.
And I'm proud. All I did was step up and be a man.
They got what was coming to them.
A few of my students TP'd your choir room.
You slashed the tires on the Range Rovers
of all 26 of my performers.
Those were gifts for our win at Sectionals.
That's 200 times 26
times four equals...
I don't have a calculator.
I'm sorry, you bought all your kids Range Rovers?
We have a very active booster club.
Look, nobody got hurt.
It was a harmless prank.
That's what they said about a young man in Chicago
in 1871, who thought he'd play a harmless prank
on the dairy cow of one Mrs. O'Leary.
He successfully ignited its flatulence
and a city burned, William.
That young terrorist went on to become
the first gay president of the United States,
Abraham Lincoln. Enough.
These students have committed a felony.
They are hereby expelled.
Look, I don't want anyone to get expelled.
I'm not going to press charges...
as long as you pay for the damage.
You can take it out of the glee club budget.
That'll bankrupt the glee club.
We don't have that kind of money.
We'll get jobs.
Give us a month.
We'll pay you back,
Ms. Corcoran, I promise.
Fine.
Ms. Corcoran, you are as wise and magnanimous
as you are beautiful.
Thank you.
Well, you just can't win, can you, William?
You never have, and you never will.
Are you want to take a trip down that rabbit hole, William?
I'm willing to try anything, Sandy.
I'm just really depressed.
I don't sell to the clinically depressed.
You'll throw yourself off a parking garage
and I can't have that on my conscience.
I used to coach that glee club.
I know what you're up against.
You think Carmel High didn't put the fear of God in me?
I don't know how we can possibly beat them.
Glee is hanging by a thread.
William, the answer is right in front of your face,
but you can't see it because you're in
too big of a funk.
Vocal Adrenaline has a weakness.
Funk.
Use it in a sentence.
Come on.
Rachel.
This cheese smells funky.
That's because it's "from-unda" cheese.
Shut it, Puckerman!
Okay, okay.
I was thinking more along the lines of...
Vocal Adrenaline has sure put us all in a funk.
I'm so depressed, I've worn the same outfit twice this week.
What if I told you
I knew how we could shove it right back down their throats?
New Directions is about
to make their funk the P-Funk.
We are going to get funked up.
The only way to do that is to beat them at Regionals.
Vocal Adrenaline has never once done a funk number.
They're a machine, a collective, synthesized,
soulless beat.
Funk is soul meets anger.
Its passion is in its emotion.
And Vocal Adrenaline doesn't perform with any.
So you have your assignment.
I want you guys to turn McKinley High into...
* Funky town! *
You guys can relax, I got this one covered.
Cool.
Hold on a second.
I-I want a chance to get funky, too.
Good one, Quinn.
It even sounds funny when you say it.
You said funk was about soul and anger.
I have plenty of both.
Look at me. Look at my life.
I'm furious!
Let's be honest.
When white people try to be funky,
you end up with KC and the Sunshine Band.
I love "Boogie Shoes."
Mercedes' racism aside,
I will have something prepared tomorrow.
All right, Quinn goes first.
Rachel, can I see you in my office?
You seem to be taking this Jessie thing pretty hard.
I want him to be eaten by a lion.
Jessie, cared about you.
No, he didn't.
Our entire relationship was just some diabolical plan.
They knew if they broke my heart
close enough to the competition,
that I'd lose my will to live,
and then New Directions would have no chance
at winning Regionals.
It's textbook; You destroy the heart
of the team's heart and you destroy the team.
Sandy told me how to beat Vocal Adrenaline,
and now Rachel was inadvertently telling me
how to beat my other nemesis.
Suddenly, I wasn't feeling nearly as depressed.
William, I'm gonna have to ask you to clear out.
I received an anonymous tip from someone
who wants to meet me here
to discuss an illegal Hot Cheetos ring.
Hot Cheetos have been proven
to raise endorphins, which makes for happy kids,
and I can't have that.
Yeah, no worries, Sue.
I'll just find someplace else to...
Oh, wow.
What?
It-it's nothing.
It's just... it's just the way the light hit you
just now, you looked stunning.
No, you're radiant.
Well, the week before Nationals every year,
I have a placenta mask
right after a rigorous session of microdermabrasion.
Well, whatever you're doing, keep it up
because you have never looked better.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I should...
I got stuff to do, so... Yeah, um...
Look, Sue, I gotta ask your advice about something.
I know I make it seem like I-I know what I'm doing,
but everyone knows
you're the kingmaker around here.
I mean, you're this school's
arbiter of taste. Continue.
We're doing this funk number for Regionals,
and I wanted to pick your brain about it.
I-I just wanted to know if it's too suggestive.
And I only need two minutes of your time.
Okay.
* You ain't got no kind of feeling insi-ide *
* Oh, whoa-oa-oa *
* And I got something *
* That will sure 'nuff set your stuff on fire *
* Oh, oh-oh *
* You refuse to put anything before your pride *
* Oh, oh-oh... *
* What I got will knock all your pride aside *
* Tell me something good *
* Tell me that you love me, yeah *
* Tell me something good *
* Tell me, tell me, tell me *
* That you like it, yeah *
* "Got no time" is what you're known to say-ay *
* Tell me something good *
* Oh, tell me, oh, tell me, yeah-eah! *
* Tell me that you love me, yeah *
* I like it, I like it, yeah-eah *
* Tell me something good! *
So...
you feel anything there?
No.
Was I...
too dirty?
I didn't notice. I was bored.
Okay.
Right, left, and flip, okay?
Can I go shirtless under this apron?
Look, I only hired you two losers
because I'm desperate to increase my quarterly sales
and you'll work for less than immigrants.
As I'm you know,
Mr. Schuester and I are now officially divorced.
I mean, I'm sure he talks about it all the time.
Anyway, I'm on my own now.
And I need to make manager by the end of the year
so that I can maintain my lifestyle.
Terri, that guy who gave me Bell's palsy is
back again today.
So...
help him.
He's our best customer.
You need to go help him.
But she just told you to do it.
I have got seniority over you two losers,
which means you have to do what I say.
Well, then I need to kick your ass.
Bamboo...!
You two... apron boys.
You're not gonna fondle us, are you, Mr. Ryerson?
I've recently redone my bathroom
as an homage to Miss Jayne Mansfield.
Pink! It's all pink!
This is amaranth pink.
I need rose pink.
But this is all the pink that we have.
Wrong answer.
Did they change the name of this place to Losers N' Things?
Did everyone in
the whole world die so they had
to give these jobs to you two morons?
And where's my Muzak?!
How am I supposed to shop without my Kenny G?
Let's go!
Crank it!
* In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey *
* Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie *
* With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables *
* Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose *
* Kill the headlights and put it in neutral *
* Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control *
* Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D *
* Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat *
* Someone keeps saying I'm insane *
* To complain about a shotgun wedding *
* And a stain on my shirt *
* Don't believe everything that you breathe *
* You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve *
* So shave your face with some mace in the dark *
* Savin' all your food stamps *
* Aand burnin' down the trailer park *
Yo.
Cut it.
* Soy, un perdedor *
* I'm a loser, baby *
* So why don't you kill me? *
I thought Jews were supposed to be smart.
Go restack the space heaters.
Mrs. Schuester,
can you show me how to fold this sham again?
Mrs. Schuester?
Oh. I'm sorry.
Yes, sure. Of course.
How old are you?
Sixteen.
Oh.
Dear Journal,
Something strange happened yesterday.
I felt something below the neck.
Dare I admit it?
I have feelings for one Will Schuester.
Sexy, non-murdering feelings.
Oh, it all makes sense now, Journal.
True love always springs from true hate.
I'll admit, in the past, I've fantasized about waking up
with Will's head on the pillow next to me,
except now I picture it
attached to the rest of his body.
Sue, you got a sec?
Yes, William. How can I help you?
I, uh, I wanted to bring you these.
I snuck a peek at your tracksuit this morning,
and I got these to match.
Those are cheap gas station flowers.
I-I have no interest.
Okay.
But I also got you these.
A tub of Extreme Challenge Lifestyle CarboGels.
I had to drive to Dayton to get your favorite flavor.
Appletini. Appletini.
I don't get it either, Sue,
but you can't deny that we have chemistry.
My divorce opened my eyes to a world of possibilities.
I thought I'd finally have the chance
to have all the things I'd ever wanted.
And then I realized,
the only thing I want...
is Sue.
You have Nationals
this Saturday, right? Why do you ask?
Because I'd like to take you to dinner this week.
How's Wednesday night?
Breadstix?
Yeah.
Good.
Oh...
You know what Wednesday is, right?
Hump day.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Schuester,
my heart's not in this.
This whole Vocal Adrenaline thing's really getting me down,
and we have to come up with this funk number for Glee,
and I have like, less-than-zero ideas, and I...
Glee?!
God!
This club is like toxic mold on my life.
I'm sorry.
What am I doing?
This is exactly how I destroyed my marriage.
I have this compulsive need to crush other people's dreams.
Yeah, that's what Mr. Shue said.
I mean, I think you're awesome, though.
I mean, look how hard you've been working
to try and help me fold a sham. Well...
And you'd be a total MILF
if it weren't for the whole faking-the-mother thing.
You're very sweet.
You could be my second chance.
I'm gonna change.
I don't have to stay in
this post-divorce funk forever, right?
Yeah. Yeah, right, I guess.
Well, then I am going to help you
with your Glee assignment.
Okay, you said you needed a funk song, right?
Yeah. Okay, so,
we'll type "funk" into the iTunes,
and we'll see what comes up.
I never thought of that.
Oh, Howard, I'm promoting Finn
to assistant assistant manager.
You'll report to him from now on.
Do you have a problem with that?
Wow, thanks.
I believe in you, Finn.
Okay, Quinn,
it's your day to show us your funky side.
So, take it away.
For some of us...
...just simply getting to class
takes a little bit longer.
When you're pregnant,
you're responsible for two lives.
And you're walking down the hallway
oppressed by the man.
Oh, my goodness, she is not about to go there.
Hearing people call you fat.
Sometimes it hurts.
Sometimes you have to stop
and hold that precious life and say no.
This is offensive.
Who are these girls?
We're the "Unwed Mothership Connection."
And that's what we're here to sing about.
* This is a man's world *
* But it wouldn't be nothing *
* Nothing *
* Without a woman or a girl *
* Ooh, ooh, ooh *
* You see *
* Man made the cars *
* Ah *
* To take us over the road *
* Ah *
* Man made the train *
* To carry the heavy loads *
* Man made the boat for the water *
* Like Noah made the ark *
* This is a man's, man's, man's world *
* But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing *
* Without a woman or a girl * He-he-he-hoo-hoo-hoo.
* Without a woman or a girl *
He-he-he-hoo-hoo-hoo.
* Man thinks about a little baby girls *
* And the baby boys *
* And after man make everything, everything he can *
* You know that man makes money *
* He makes money *
* To buy from other man *
* This is a man's world *
* But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing *
* Not one little thing * * Nothing *
* Without a woman or a girl *
* Ooh *
* He's lost *
* In bitterness * * Ooh *
* He's lost *
* Lost somewhere * * Ooh *
* In loneliness. *
You're going to have to order something.
My date will be here any minute.
Your date's not coming.
You got stood up.
Right on time.
How dare you?!
You led me on.
You told me you had feelings for me,
then you ask me out, you don't show up,
humiliating me. In public.
Gosh, Sue, I wonder where I learned how to do all that.
You meddled around in my marriage,
you terrorize the glee club,
you continue to sabotage my relationship with Emma.
I tried playing nice, but nothing seems to work with you.
Cruelty was the only way
to get your attention.
I have no interest in dating you, Sue.
You're a bully and you're mean to kids.
I'm mean to everyone.
Yeah, well, fine.
Consider this a little taste of what you love dishing out.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
This is uncalled for, William.
Good night, Sue.
Santana, are you all right?
What...?
Kurt, what is going on around here?
Coach Sylvester won't get out of bed.
We haven't had practice in days.
I'm fine because I have Glee,
but these girls have sort of lost it.
No Nationals means that four of the girls
will lose their college scholarships.
And the rest are just depressed and confused.
Please, please, love me, please.
It's really hard to feel bad for Sue Sylvester--
she doesn't need another trophy--
but some of these girls, they really do.
Mr. Shue,
Puck and I would like to show the class
the true meaning of funk.
With a little help
from our special guest Mercedes.
Whoo. Yeah.
Fasten your seat belts, people.
It's going to be a funky ride.
* Yeah *
* Can you feel it, baby? *
* Come on, swing it *
* Come-come on, swing it *
* Come on, swing it *
* Come-come on, swing it *
* Yo, it's about that time *
* To bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme *
* I'm gonna get mine, so get yours *
* I want to see sweat comin' out your pores *
* On the house tip is how I'm swingin' this *
* Strictly hip-hop, boy, I ain't singing this *
* Bringing this to the entire nation *
* Black, white, red, brown, feel the vibration * * Vibration *
* Come on, feel the vibration * * Vibration *
* It's such a good vibration *
* It's such a sweet sensation *
* The vibrations good like Sunkist *
* Many wanna know who done this *
* Pucky Puck and I'm here to move you *
* Rhymes will groove you and I'm here to prove to you *
* That we can party on the positive side *
* And pump positive vibes, so come along for the ride *
* Making you feel the rhythm is my occupation *
* So feel the vibration * * Vibration *
* Come on, feel the vibration * * Vibration *
* It's such a good vibration *
* It's such a sweet sensation *
Finnie D, break it down.
* Down, down, down, down *
* Finnie D's on the back up *
* Drug free, so put the crack up *
* No need for speed, I'm the anti D-R-U-G-G-I-E *
* My body is healthy, my rhymes make me wealthy *
* And the Funky Bunch helps me *
* To bring you a show with no intoxication *
* Come on, and feel the vibration * * Vibration *
* Yeah *
* Can you feel it, baby? *
* I can, too *
* It's such a good vibration *
* It's such a sweet sensation *
* It's such a good vibration. *
All right.
Great job, guys, but that's not funk.
I mean, the group is called
Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch,
but that is a rap song.
A kick-butt old school rap song.
Does it really matter, Mr. Shue?
We're so clinically depressed, we're doing the wrong songs.
We're in a deeper funk than ever.
Mercedes,
I'm so sorry.
You may not be a minority,
but you certainly get how it feels sometimes.
For nine months.
You've had to deal with this
your whole life.
People making assumptions, calling you names.
I seriously can't understand why don't feel like
yelling at people all the time.
What's the point in getting angry?
Because it's infuriating.
I hate all the looks at school.
Don't even get me started on Puck's mom.
You're not angry.
You're hurt.
You just need someplace safe
where you can dig through all that rage.
Get to the pain beneath it.
So it's decided.
Saturday you move out of Puck's house
and you move in with me.
I already talked to my mom about it.
My brother went off to college and we have an extra room.
Mercedes...
It's cool.
Us sisters got to stick together, right?
Mr. Schuester? Yes.
Come in. Thank you.
Um, is she doing okay?
Never seen her like this.
She won't leave her room, and refuses her protein shakes.
Bad.
Very bad. Well, please, tell her I'd love to speak with her.
Let me ask.
Thank you.
Careful.
That Regionals '85.
Very precious to Ms. Sue.
Sorry.
Mija, Mr. Schuester is here.
Okay. Okay.
She agreed to see you.
Oh, gracias por tu ayuda.
De Nada.
So have you come to gloat?
I, uh...
I hear you're pulling out of Nationals, Sue.
You know, for some of your girls
that's going to have some really big consequences.
I'm tired of those kids.
I devoted my life to them.
And what have I got to show for it?
Five consecutive National championships.
Oh, big deal.
I'm alone, William.
I don't even like you and I was willing
to jump at the chance to be with you.
And, you know, for a second,
I saw a flash of something.
I pictured myself
living a normal life.
Having someone to come home to every night.
And though I completely loathe you,
you'd make a great trophy husband.
And as you can see
by my decor, I love me some trophies.
Sue, I did what I did to you out of anger.
I thought destroying you
would pull me out of my funk.
But... just made things worse.
So is that an apology?
Yes, it is.
And you're not alone, Sue.
Your kids need you,
so you do have love in your life.
My kids don't love me; They fear me.
But you love them, Sue.
Hand me my bullhorn, will you?
Amelda!
Make me a shake!
To go!
Hooray.
Make it two.
Hello.
Meet me out in the parking lot.
I hear you're a vegan, Berry.
The souls of those poor egg fetuses
are all on your conscience now.
Do it, Jessie.
Are you with us or not?
Do it.
Break it like you broke my heart.
I loved you.
Now... nightmares of all of the mothers
of the little baby chicks coming after me for revenge.
Oh, this is bull!
Finn, Mike, Matt, come with me.
Right on. It's time for less talking and more punching.
Hey, what's going on?
We're on our way to go all Braveheart on Vocal Adrenaline.
Guys, violence is never the answer.
It is when the question is "What's the best way to mess up
that Jessie kid's face?!"
Mr. Shue, Rachel's one of us.
We're the only ones who get to humiliate her.
Stop!
Get back here and sit down!
Look, I know from experience
that making someone else suffer doesn't make your pain go away.
You're all amazing, no matter
what Vocal Adrenaline says or does.
We just need to find a way to remind ourselves of that.
We can't just let Vocal Adrenaline get away
with turning Rachel into an omelet.
We're not.
Rachel, dial Jessie's number on your phone.
You haven't deleted his number yet?
Jessie St. James?
Will Schuester here. You and Vocal Adrenaline need
to meet at our auditorium Friday, 3:00 sharp.
Let's hear it from the internationally ranked
Cheerios coach Sue Sylvester.
Coach, six consecutive National titles.
You're the Michael Jordan of cheerleading.
Thanks, Brett, I am.
Sue, let us know about the decision you made
to have Kurt Hummel here
do a 14-and-a-half minute Celine Dion medley,
entirely in French.
Well, I'll tell you what, Brett,
I'm all about finding a freakish, depressed kid
and showing him what winning is all about.
Vive Le difference!
Whoo! Well...well, Sue, congratulations,
but I have to ask you, where are you going to put
that mammoth skyscraping trophy?
I know just the place.
Get out.
I'm sorry, Mr. Shue.
Wow. You did it, Sue...
I'll do the talking, thank you very much.
Let me break it down for you, William.
You're standing at a crossroads.
This trophy will be installed in the choir room
in a custom-built bulletproof case
as a daily reminder of your failure
as a man and an educator.
And what's choice number two?
You can kiss me...
...right here on the lips...
...with tongue.
This is payback, isn't it?
No one will know?
Fine.
You know what?
I'm not gonna do this.
Even your breath stinks of mediocrity.
It's making me sick.
* Cut it *
* Soy, UN perdedor *
* I'm a loser, baby *
* So why don't you kill me? *
* Double-barrel buckshot *
* Soy, UN perdedor *
* I'm a loser, baby *
* So why don't you kill me? *
* Drive-by body pierce. *
Thanks for coming.
After your brazen escalation of our growing dispute,
which we were willing to put to rest, we decided
the only way to truly funkify you is to show you
the one thing we know you can't do.
So enjoy.
* Roof off *
* We're gonna tear the roof off the mother sucker *
* Tear the roof off the sucker, tear the roof off *
* We're gonna tear the roof off the mother sucker *
* Tear the roof off the sucker *
* You've got a real type of thing *
* Going down, gettin' down *
* There's a whole lot of rhythm going round *
* You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down *
* There's a whole lot of rhythm going round *
* Ow, we want the funk *
* Give up the funk *
* Ow, we need the funk *
* We gotta have that funk *
* Ow, we want the funk *
* Give up the funk *
* Ow, we need the funk *
* We gotta have that funk *
* Na, Na-Na-Na-Na *
* Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo *
* Ow...! *
* Na, Na-Na-Na-Na *
* Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo *
* Ow...! *
* We're gonna turn this mother out *
* Give up the funk *
* We're gonna turn this mother out *
* Give up the funk *
* We're gonna turn this mother out *
* We turn this mother out! *
* Na, Na-Na-Na-Na *
* Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo *
* Ow...! *
* You've got a real type of thing going down *
* Gettin' down *
* There's a whole lot of rhythm going down *
* All the rhythm goin' down *
* You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down *
* There's a whole lot of rhythm goin' round *
* Yeah! *
* We want the funk * * Yeah *
* Give up the funk *
* We need the funk, gotta have that funk! * * Funky! *
* We want the funk * * Yeah *
* Give up the funk *
* We need the funk, gotta have some funk *
* We want the funk *
* Funky, funky * * Give up the funk *
* We need the funk * * Hey, get down *
* Gotta have that funk * * Hey, yeah! *
* We want the funk *
* Give up the funk *
* We need the funk *
* Gotta have that funk *
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See you punks at Regionals.
They did a funk number.
We've never been able to pull off a funk number.
Well, that's because we're soulless automatons.
I'm so depressed.