Lyrics James Brown – Release The Pressure
Text:
Good Lord, oh yeah
I wanna say, mashed potatoes one more time
You see, I didn’t get the Godfather of Soul because my name is James
I got the Godfather of Soul because I know this game
Get up offa that seat and dance ’til you feel better
Get up offa that seat and dance — help me say it now
Get up offa that seat and dance ’til you feel better
Get up offa that seat and try to release the pressure
Fellas, hit me one time
Can I get it? (Yeah, all you want, brother)
Mike, we need to give this funky drummer some
Can we give this funky drummer some?
Can we give this funky drummer some?
(Give him a little bit)
Ain’t that bad? (Who is that drummer?)
(Ay, you know who that drummer is?)
It’s Melvin Parker! (Melvin Parker?) (Maceo’s brother)
(Sure is funky) Nashville from Johnny Cashville
Feel good — hit me!
Get up offa that thing and dance ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and dance ’til you — sing it now
Get up offa that thing and dance ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and try to release the pressure
Get up offa that thing and shake ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and shake ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and shake ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and try to release the pressure
(That’s the wiper, not a windshield wiper, a body wiper)
New York, I’m comin’
Los Angeles, I’m comin’
Miami, the Godfather comin’
Dallas, here I come
Gotta feel here, watch out
Ha, look out
Down home, watch out, here I come
Barry White, I’m mad (Barry who?)
… Here come the man
Wait a minute, I need those funky horns
Blow those funky horns, blow those funky horns
Give me them funky… come on
Good God, that sound good
I’m comin’ at cha, I’m comin’ at cha
Wait a minute, I’m comin’ at ’em (KC and the who?)
Give it to me
Oh, wait a minute
I want them to get up and shake that thing, and dance ’til they feel better
Get up and shake that thing, and dance ’til they feel — say it
Get up offa that thing and dance ’til you feel better
Get up offa that thing and try to release the pressure
Wait a minute, horn
Clyde, we got ’em now
We got ’em, Georgia brother?
Hey Arkansas brother, we got ’em?