Sittin' on a sack of beans Sittin' down in New Orleans You wouldn't
believe what I've seen Sitting on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo
sticks Another southern fried freak on a crucifix Hicks don't mix with
politics People on the street just kickin' to the licks
Yes my
favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee (MI.) Mentally or
physically I wanna be in New Orleans
Oh good brother just when I
thought That I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my dick got hard And
I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin down the block Name Apache Rose
Peacock I could not speak I was in shock I told my knees to please not
knock
(repeat MI.)
A little boy came along Name of Louis
Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She liked the looks of me and
my willy
So I found her in the quarter Good God how I adored her Oh
she made me feel so cozy When she told me I could call her Rosey
I
kiss your hair your skin so bare I'll take you with me girl anywhere
(MII) You fare well in stormy weather I never met a girl that I liked
better
Twinkle twinkle little star Shining down on my blue
car Drivin' down the boulevard She was soft and I was hard
Apache
Rose gotta rockin' peacock Hottest ass on the goddamn block Rockin' to the
beat of the funky ass meters She has one of those built in
heaters
(repeat MII)
Voodoo gurus casting their spells Cockatoo
drag queens shakin' their bells Silver sound escapes the trumpet Watch
your leg someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt let's
rock Gettin' it on under your frock Flowing like a flame all through the
night My girl's insane but it's all right
(repeat MI.)
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Blood Sugar Sex Magik - 1991
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