| Song | Moonbeam Woman |
| Artist | Freak Power |
| Album | Drive-Thru Booty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cook | |
| Who's that sister, mader her own space, | |
| She's got moondust on her 'fro. | |
| Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
| Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
| Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
| We got no small surprise. | |
| Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
| Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
| Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
| Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
| Three years later she's back in her stride, | |
| Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
| Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
| She's getting over the hump. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| That poor old poet didn't know so, | |
| but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
| She should have lapped it up | |
| and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
| And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
| And digs the life that she chose. | |
| My moonbeam woman, she sure 'nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
| Can't stop, won't stop, rockin' to the lady 'cuz I get down and I go down [repeat] |
| zuo qu : Cook | |
| Who' s that sister, mader her own space, | |
| She' s got moondust on her ' fro. | |
| Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
| Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
| Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
| We got no small surprise. | |
| Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
| Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
| Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
| Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
| Three years later she' s back in her stride, | |
| Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
| Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
| She' s getting over the hump. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| That poor old poet didn' t know so, | |
| but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
| She should have lapped it up | |
| and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
| And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
| And digs the life that she chose. | |
| My moonbeam woman, she sure ' nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
| Can' t stop, won' t stop, rockin' to the lady ' cuz I get down and I go down repeat |
| zuò qǔ : Cook | |
| Who' s that sister, mader her own space, | |
| She' s got moondust on her ' fro. | |
| Damn we miss her sugarsome face, | |
| Wistful, moonbeam sense to go. | |
| Six months later she steamed up the van, | |
| We got no small surprise. | |
| Daisy lady sits on her hand, a naughty sparkle in her eyes. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| Late arrival, never been kissed, | |
| Strode up sneaking in tongues. | |
| Settled nicely up to the wrist, | |
| Grinding to the bass and the drum. | |
| Three years later she' s back in her stride, | |
| Down Full Circle doin' the bump, | |
| Lovely Lady, up on her feet, | |
| She' s getting over the hump. | |
| Daisy Lady, come flyin' out my hand. | |
| Daisy Lady, Playmate of the land. | |
| That poor old poet didn' t know so, | |
| but she cooked the wrong goose. | |
| She should have lapped it up | |
| and licked it like we do with that juice. | |
| And if you ask her she just shrugs | |
| And digs the life that she chose. | |
| My moonbeam woman, she sure ' nuff gets some when her cup overflows. | |
| Can' t stop, won' t stop, rockin' to the lady ' cuz I get down and I go down repeat |