We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool
way Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
L.A. is
the place, sets my mind ablaze For me, it's a race through a cotton pickin'
maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks Well sure,
it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks My body loves to scrump when I
lick the ripe pick Like a come on a thumb Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop
out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be 'Cos I'm shooting
for the top and my best friend is Flea Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to
pop But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!
Antwan
the Swan, from the pretty fish pond Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell
he was strong He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat And between
his legs was a sweat young lass
He threw a hundred women up against the
wall And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all By the time he got to
ninety nine, he had to stop Because that's when he thought that he heard a
phone
Last night and the night before, I heard a Fop outside, then I
came in doors Freak out!
Now that I told you a little something about
the Flea A little something about the Tree, a little something about me I
can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the
yang And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', you better be burning
Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way Along with
six million others in this place called L.A.
Step out!
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Red Hot Chili Peppers - 1984
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