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Chaka Khan and Rufus: The Funky Magic of ‘Tell me something Good’

Introduction

When it comes to timeless classics that make you want to dance, “Tell me something Good” by Chaka Khan and Rufus is an irresistible gem. Released in 1974, this song has captivated music lovers for decades with its soulful funk and Chaka Khan’s electrifying vocals. But did you know that there’s more to this song than just its catchy melody? Let’s take a deeper look into the song and the iconic artists behind it.Rufus & Chaka Khan – Tell Me Something Good – CD (Compilation), 1997 [r1368065] | Discogs

Did You Know?

1. The Funky Groove: “Tell me something Good” is a funky, upbeat track that’s sure to get your toes tapping. Its infectious rhythm and distinctive guitar riff have made it a staple in the funk and soul genres. Chaka Khan’s powerful and passionate vocals add an extra layer of soul to this groovy masterpiece.

2. Chaka Khan’s Rise to Stardom: Chaka Khan, born Yvette Marie Stevens, is the dynamic voice behind this hit. She’s not only known for her incredible singing but also for her charismatic stage presence. Her career took off as the lead singer of Rufus, where she contributed to some of their greatest hits, including “Tell me something Good.”

3. A Chart-Topping Success: “Tell me something Good” wasn’t just a favorite on the dance floor; it also climbed the charts. The song reached #3 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, cementing its status as a musical sensation.

4. Sampled and Covered: This classic track has been covered and sampled by numerous artists across different genres. Its enduring appeal continues to inspire new generations of musicians and listeners.

5. Legacy of Chaka Khan: Chaka Khan, often dubbed the “Queen of Funk,” has left an indelible mark on the music industry with her incredible talent and distinctive voice. She has won multiple Grammy Awards and is celebrated for her solo career, as well as her collaborations with renowned artists.Rufus - M&M Group Entertainment

Now that you know some intriguing facts about “Tell me something Good” and the talented Chaka Khan and Rufus, it’s time to relive the magic. Check out the video below and let the funky vibes sweep you off your feet!

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Lyrics: Tell Me Something Good 

You ain’t got no kind of feeling inside
I got something that’ll sho nuff set yo’ stuff on fire
You refuse to put anything before your pride
What I got will knock your pride aside

[CHORUS:]
Tell me something good
Tell me that you love me, yeah
Tell me something good
Tell me that you like it, yeah

Got no time is what you’re known to say
(Got no time, no, got no time)
I’ll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day
Your problem is you ain’t been loved like you should
What I got to give will sho nuff do you good

Tell me somethin good
(tell me tell me tell me)
tell me that you love me, yeah
tell me somethin good
(tell me tell me tell me)
tell me that you like it, yeah

You ain’t got no kind of feeling inside
I got something that’ll sho nuff set yo’ stuff on fire
You refuse to put anything before your pride
What I got will knock your pride aside

Tell me something good
Tell me that you love me, yeah
Tell me something good
Tell me that you like it, yeah

Got no time is what you’re known to say
(Got no time, no, got no time)
I’ll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day
Your problem is you ain’t been loved like you should
What I got to give will sho nuff do you good

Tell me somethin good
(tell me tell me tell me)
tell me that you love me, yeah
tell me somethin good
(tell me tell me tell me)
tell me that you like it, yeah

You ain’t got no kind of feeling inside
I got something that’ll sho nuff set yo’ stuff on fire
You refuse to put anything before your pride
What I got will knock your pride aside

Tell me somethin good! (oh yeah! yeah!)
Tell me that you love me yeah…
Tell me somethin good!(oh baby baby baby yeah!)
Tell me that you like it yeah!
Tell me somethin good(Oh! Tell me baby Tell me!)
Tell me that you love me…Yeah yeah, yeahyeahyeah
Tell me something good!(ohhhhh tell me tell me tell me…that you like me…yeah)

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