When I was a boy I got my first guitar It was a six-string fender with a whammy bar Everybody told me I was gonna go far Said I played that thing like a superstar So I played and played all night and day Jammed with everybody who came my way Eventually I became a thing of wonder Then they called me: Mother Funker Next thing you know I had started a band Had a drummer and bassist at my command All the clubs we played all payed real well So we bought ourselves a new cowbell But the other guys felt that they kinda owed me For shreddin' that guitar like I was Tony Iommi So they bought me lots of booze and they got me drunker Then they called me: Mother Funker Scored a sweet deal with EMI Touring on a jet plane world wide Sold out concerts, ten girls on the side We were living the dream until it died Making no money 'cause of the things we bought Twenty-odd mansions and gold plated yachts Soon enough the label said we were dropped But that was okay 'cause we lived for the funk