I had to get up to get down to start all over again
Head on down to the basement and shout
Kick those white mice and black dogs out
Kick those white mice and baboons out
Kick those baboons and other motherfuckers out
And get it on get it on get it on
On the day that you got born

They had to dig him the ground
They chipped him from the frozen snow
They dug his monkey fingets
But he had no where to go
They dug his pink hair curlers
They dug his sequined gown
They dug his Stratocaster
They dug his pornographic crown
He's got some words of wisdom!
GET IT ON GET IT ON ON THE DAY THAT YOU WERE BORN

He crawled out of the ooze
He defied evolution
He had green flippers and sang the blues
He caused a revolution
He got in the British weeklies
He got in the dailies too
He drank panther piss
And fucked the girls you're married too
He's got some words of wisdom GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you were born

You gotta do The Vaughan
Yeah, papa's down
Sweets is sweet
Tex is on

Then one day he went away
His neighbour claimed he'd shot him
If he hadn't of dissappeared
The Taxman would have got him
Yeah but before I leave
I call out from the storm
For those who gave their lives
So we could get it on
GET IT ON GET IT ON GET IT ON
On the day that you got born!

(Thanks to Katra for these lyrics)