Studios - The Red Hot Chili Peppers

I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood Hills
The farther West, the farther out
Yeah that's the way I feel

Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood Hills, yeah
The Hollywood Hills

I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood Hills
Just don't tell me anything
Cause that's the way I feel

Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywwod Hills, yeah
The Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And blood never lies
Paleface die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't kill coyotes

I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood Hills
The farther West, the farther out
Yeah that's the way I feel

Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood Hills, yeah
The Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And blood never lies
Paleface die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't

I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood Hills
Just don't tell me anything
Cause that's the way I feel

Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals
Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywwod Hills, yeah
The Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And blood never lies
Paleface die

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't

True men don't kill coyotes
True men don't

On the city streets I got the tunes in my pocket
I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
Excuse me Mister, won't you hear my thought?
I play in a band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots
While I'm away boy, I'm afraid not
I've got no time to flick and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot
Her pop said no, but say just couldn't stop
The killer had a case of tod the rock

But here's a funky fact that I know is real
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
I say the Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we wheel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk mobile
I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal

We stop the fire, we quench the heat
We groove the buttocks walkin' out in the street
Cause that's when in the store when who do we meet?
On a hop skip jump up a baby the beat
She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet
The next thing you know was she got out of her bleat
Five thousand babies walkin' out in the street
Well, that's a serious sight for me and golly gee wizz
I just can't tell you how much we did
Rockin' right out for those itty bitty girls, right out

But here's a funky fact that I know is real
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
I say the Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we wheel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk mobile
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
So get down!

Got the tunes in my pocket

Baby appeal
Rock out!

Play the Chili, play the Chili, play the Chili
Yes, we're called the Red Hots

On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket
I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
Excuse me Mister, won't you hear my thought?
I play in a band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots
While I'm away boy, I'm afraid not
I've got no time to flick and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot
Her pop said no, but say just couldn't stop
The killer had a case of tod the rock

But here's a funky fact that I know is real
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
I say the Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we wheel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk mobile
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal

Hah!
On the ice
No holdin'
My soul
I want men
Not mice
No stoppin'
My throw

Hah!
Yeah twist
Reds stop
Black bills
Work
Or play ball
Or just turn me loose

I know what's fight, in life, you better buckle down
Don't give up your fight, in life, you better buckle down
Two days with might, in life, you better buckle down
Leave dreams tonight, in life, you better buckle down
Cause I know what's right!

Hah!
On the ice
No holdin'
My soul
I want men
Not mice
No stoppin'
My throw

Hah!
Yeah twist
Reds stop
Black bills
Work
Or play ball
Or just turn me loose

I know what's fight, in life, you better buckle down
Don't give up your fight, in life, you better buckle down
Two days with might, in life, you better buckle down
Leave dreams tonight, in life, you better buckle down
Cause I know what's right!

I know, I know, I know what's right!
I know, I know, I know what's right!
I know, I know, I know what's right!
I know, I know, I know what's right!

Get up and jump, get up and jump
Get up get up get up and jump
Jump on up, jump on down
Just jump-a jump-a jump-a jump-a jump around
Jump the day away
Jump all over town
Cause jumpin' is okay in a jumpin' kinda way, hey

Jump a boy, jump a girl, jump a rope, jump for joy
Just don't stop jumpin'
Keep your heart muscle pumpin'
Hillel be jumpin' on the little baby frumpkin
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

When you're just standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs getting a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Don't you know they're jumping foos, jump you!

Jump a nun
Jump a jack
Jump for fun
Jump back
How's about us jumpin' in the sack
And now it's time for a jump attack
Get up and jump (x8)

Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin' you're mighty silly
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

Mister Mexican Jumping Bean
Knows is fun is squeaky-clean
Christ, how do you think that he got so lean?
Not from sitting on his goddamn spleen
Get up!

Oh, I be jumpin' I be jumpin' I be jumpin' alone
I be jumpin' for the phone
I be jumpin' Miss Jones
I really want to jump on Kinski's bones

Get up and jump (x16)
Ba da boo bop

Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin' like you're mighty silly
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?
Say what, you got a pumpkin in your pants?

Why don't you love me like you used to do?
How come you treat me like a worn out shoe
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
So why don't you love me like you used to do?

Why don't you spot me like you used to do?
When you whisper sweet nothings like you used to do
I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
So why don't you love me like you used to do?

Why don't you be the way you used to be?
How come you fight so many fights with me?
Somebody changed, so lemme give you a clue
Why don't you love me like you used to do?

Why don't you say the things you used to say?
How come you treat me like a piece of clay?
My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
So why don't you love me like you used to do?

You can't keep a lovin' and a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why
We don't get near or further closer land of country mouths
I don't love like a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why
We don't get near of further closer land of country mouths

Take the ball

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About this planet there is something I know
There's a very big difference 'tween above and below
A friend, foe or bro leave your body on the floor
Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow

Here above the land man has laid his plan
And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan
We got a government so twisted and bent
Bombs, tanks, guns is how our money is spent
We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
Tension, aggravation, L.Ron Hubbard solution
Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution
If you think you're just away you're in a mental institution
And that's a heartfelt shame
Cause everyone's crazy, everyone's the same
So, why should only Larry, Curly or Moe be to blame?

Time now to take you to a different place
Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space
Groovin' and glidin' as graceful as lace
Never losing touch with the ocean's embrace
Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
Cause dolphins just like to have a lot of fun
No one tells'em how their life is run
And no one points at'em with a gun
They have a lot of love for every living creature
The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature
They be movin' in schools but everyone's the teacher
Someday Mister Dolphin I know I'm goin' to meet you

Back to the land of the policeman
Where he does whatever he says he can
Including hating you because you're a Jew
Or beating black ass, that's nothing new
Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
They use guns, clubs, gas, but that's not all
They got puke ridden prisons and sex sick jails
Fuck the poor, if you're rich you pay the bail
So support your police, support your local wars
That's the way to open economic doors
Why do we do it? Cause the President's a whore
We assume the position to sell the ammunition
What the fuck? It's the American tradition
Along with going fishing, apple pies in the kitchen
Isn't it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches?

Mommy, where's Daddy?
Mommy, where's Daddy?
Right here

Sweet thing you look so sad
Cheer up, don't you know your Dad is bad
Give Daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, Dad

There ain't no problems I can't face
Cause your Daddy got a bigger bag of tricks
Give your Daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, Dad

Mommy, where's Daddy?
Mommy, where's Daddy?

Come on, sit on your Daddy's lap
Cause I'm the one who pats your back
Give Daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, Dad

Lemme see now where to begin
Lemme start by tuckin' you in
Give Daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, Dad

Mommy, where's Daddy?

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
Cause I'm shootin' for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chuck 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 wore a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
And between his legs was a sweet 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 indoors
Rock out!

Now that I told you a little something 'bout the Flea
A little something 'bout the Tree, a little something 'bout me
I can't leave you hangin', but my man Shermzy
He swings the ying, 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 living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called L.A.
Step out!

Police helicopter sharkin' through the sky
Police helicopter landing on my eye

Police helicopter takes a nose-dive
Police helicopter he ain't shy

Police helicopter sharkin' through the sky
Police helicopter landing on my eye

Police helicopter takes a nose-dive
Police helicopter he ain't shy

Aaaaw!

You Always Sing The Same

You always sing
You always sing the
You always sing the same x6

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