"You the kinda funky that rises up from somewhere greater than us, from the soul, and boils and festers until you just cant hold it in no more; and it spews forth to gas the whole place with your indelible funkitude.  Some people only know the kinda funk that rises up from their dirty, nasty, stinky bodies. The kinda funk that stings the eyes and burns the hairs in the nose.

So Frankie, You go ahead and play that funky music Italian boy. Those of us who know the true funk, appreciate you."