by Marcellino Mifsud

 

My kind of funky
Eating food with fingers yeah
My kind of funky
Slapping sea bass in your face yeah
My kind of funky
Walking barefoot through lentils
My kind of funky
I don’t need no utensils

My kind of funky
Vegetables and fibre, yeah
My kind of funky
Locally sourced cider, yeah
My kind of funky
Freshly squeezed potatoes, yeah
I’m a food junkie
But none of your dorritos, no

They’re not my kind of funky
No

Brothers, sisters
We don’t need that fast food bucket
Brothers, sisters
Maccy Ds, KFC, fuck it

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