In My Mind Theres a Funk

In my mind there’s a funk Does not mean that I’m sunk If I drink then I’m drunk Be as drunk as a skunk Not so much that I stunk Falling into my bunk Never act like a punk If I fail do I flunk Hid away like a monk Another myth to debunk And sort through all the junk Wipe up all of the gunk My clothes have not shrunk I’ve grown into a hunk Full of vigor and ***** Keep your goods in a trunk Store like a chipmunk Oh my cake have a chunk Or a cookie to dunk What I wear is preshrunk Did my engine just clunk If I slink then I’ve slunk Will I plink and then plunk How did I get this punch-drunk No I’m not from Podunk