I've gotta get up to get down and start all over again   Head on down to the basement and shout   Kick those white mice and black dogs out   Kick those white mice and baboons out   Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out      And get it on, get it on   On the day that you got born      They had to dig him from the ground   They chipped him from the frozen snow   They dug his monkey fingers   But he had nowhere to go      They dug his pink hair curlers   They dug his sequined gown   They dug his Stratocaster   They dug his pornographic crown      He's got some words of wisdom   I got some words of wisdom   He's got some words of wisdom   I got some words of wisdom      Get it on, get it on   On the day that you got born      He crawled out of the ooze   He defied evolution   He had green flippers and sang the blues   He caused a revolution      He got in the British Weeklies   He got in the dailies too   He drank panther piss   And fucked the girls you're probably married to      He's got some words of wisdom   I got some words of wisdom   He's got some words of wisdom   I got some words of wisdom      Get it on, get it on   On the day that you got born   Get it on, get it on, alright   Get it on, get it on      You gotta do The Vaughan, do The Vaughan   Yeah, papa's down, papa's down   Yeah, sweets is sweet, sweets is sweet   Yeah, Tex is on, Tex is on      And then one day he went away   His neighbor claimed he'd shot him   If he hadn't have disappeared   The Tax man would have got him      Yeah, but before I leave   I call out from the storm   For those who gave their lives   So we could get it on      Get it on, get it on   On the day that you got born   Get it on, get it on   Get it on, get it on