The Great Wake 30: The Funk Brothers

 

No buyers for what they're selling, might as well put it on clearance.  Clean out the inventories, this product is a bust.  Whacked and crunchy, like eating sand, like New Coke, like a pet rock, like hair mousse, like parachute pants.  Grab a mushy tomato, this joke has no punchline.  Pelt all those involved in the debacle, use up the whole crate.

The Supremes left it right there, the sixties were the sixties.  Decide for ourselves, but cut the middle grease, ditch the schemes.  Baby Love and that polished Motown rhythm and blues.  The Funk Brothers were pros, they came to play.  Diana Ross never had it so good.

The brutes are replaced by robots, the brains are replaced by microchips.  This system needs a cold reboot, unplug for 5 minutes.  Cycle it through and relaunch.  Back to the original settings.  Like new.