Lyrics of
Soul Food To Go

My, my Oh the feelin'
Of the sound Precious and real and
Ooo that's nice Whip up some steamin' jazz
The pot is on the stove
It's cookin' Want some more
We always save some Art nouveau
Kansas City to Brazil It even gets you hot in your home
Kansas City to BrazilI say blow your top Blow your own
Ooo ooo ah
This be-bop's too much I know you know
Hip hop Never stop I'll pour you tasty funk
We got Cool and hot Just for you
The pleasures of the soul
Come on Come in