Red Hot Chili Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock
[Verse 1:]
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.
[Chorus 1:]
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee,
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans.
[Verse 2:]
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.
[Chorus 1:]
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee,
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans.
[Verse 3:]
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.
[Chorus 2:]
I kiss your hair your skin so bare,
I'll take you with me girl anywhere,
You fare well in stormy weather,
I never met a girl that I liked better.
[Verse 4:]
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.
[Chorus 2:]
I kiss your hair your skin so bare,
I'll take you with me girl anywhere,
You fare well in stormy weather,
I never met a girl that I liked better.
[Verse 5:]
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.
[Chorus 1:]
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee,
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans.
