Play that fu*&in' music right boy

and later:

Down play the boogie
but play that fu*&in' music
'til you die,
'til you die!

The story:

I was 7, walking home from Catholic school with my friends, dancing along the raised cement wall, singing to myself. When I got to the chorus, I belted it out, at the top of my lungs. Upon hearing my grave sin, my friends ran home and told my mother, who along with my teenage sitter, called my up to my room when I got there. I expected to get my mouth washed out with soap, but instead I was greeted with gales of laughter. Needless to say I was very confused...my defence: I was a white catholic kid from London, Ontario - what did I know about funky? I did love that song though...that and Rubber Band Man...