Sly and the Family Stone — Frisky

I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ol', lil ol', lil ol' name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' wit' y'all You gonna see me frown That's why I keep music All around the bed So I can call Frisky Very hard to be led in the wrong direction Frisky, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Frisky, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Frisky, yeah, yeah, oh Frisky, yeah yeah yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed Have you ever ever stopped a rainbow? I don't think so at least To the fog and Frisky, afternoon feast Energy the jailer Wanna keep it in check Gonna check with my tailor 'Cause I don't give a heck Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Frisky, yeah Oh Frisky, yeah yeah yeah Oh Frisky, ah huh huh Frisky, yeah yeah yeah Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed Under-under-understand the Power of a little heart Applying the wrong pressure Makes for a slower start, yeah Stroke town today Though wind chills strong I feel overworked if Frisky is wrong You can talk to Frisky