Lyric Ufo Has Landed In The Ghetto

(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner)

Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone s talkin about

Tuning in the local scene on the radio
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
The funky fever s getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
Cruisin for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue
And he s got a little dance he wants to do

He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
It really stops the action, everybody s mystified
To see that little step he s got as he goes glidin by

Now, he ain t doin the Gigolo cause he ain t got no hips
Looks like the Funky Chicken man, cept he ain t got no hips
Those shiny metal threads he s wearin really got some class
I d say he was doin the Bomp, but I can t seem to find his ass

Now, everybody fall in love
He s reet, he s neat, he can t be beat
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine
He s hand held and he s jet propelled
Shake it up from sun to sun
He s fast and loose, he s full of juice
Shake it like an atomic bomb
He s got the goose so what s the use
That UFO has landed in the ghetto