Out in L.A.
Előadva 150 koncerten
nov.
08
kedd
1988
márc.
27
vas
1988
Album: The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Megjelenés: 1984. augusztus 10.
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Dalszöveg
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!
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!