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Hoo, Lord !
Well, 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 an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse Through the Hollywood hills Just don't show me anything 'Cause that's the way I feel Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face die True men don't kill coyotes True men don't kill coyotes Well, 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 an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face die True men don't kill coyotes True men don't... Well, 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 an' I dig the dust I barbecue my meals Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon Through the Hollywood hills, yeah... Huh, Hollywood hills Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes He can taste his blood An' blood never lies Pale face 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... |
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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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 I 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 walking out in the street 'cos that's when in the store when who do we meet? On a hop skip jump up a baby 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 ya 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 I 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 Haut de la page |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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Hah!
On the ice No holdin' My soul I want men Not mice No stoppin' My throw Hah! Get this! Reds are Back 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! |
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| 2:53 |
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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 O.K. in a jumpin' kinda way, hey 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 that little baby frumpkin Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants? When you're just standing or sitting still Think about the frogs gettin' a thrill Take a little lesson from the kangaroos Don't you know they're jumpin' 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' like you're mighty silly Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants? Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants? Mister Mexican jumpin' bean knows His fun is skeaky clean Christ, how'd ya think that he got so clean? Not from sittin' 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' Misses Jones I really wanna jump on Kinski's bones Get up and jump (X8) Get up and jump (X8) 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? |
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| 3:24 |
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Why don't you love me like you used to do?
How come you treat me like a worn out shue 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 or further closer land of country mouths Take the ball... [tout répéter sauf la dernière ligne] |
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| 4:00 |
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About this planet, there is something I know
There's a very big difference between 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 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 and 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 heart felt shame 'Cause everyone's crazy, everyone's the same So, why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame? Time now to take you to a different place Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace A never losing touch with the ocean's embrace Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none 'Cause dolphins just-a like to have a lot of fun No one tells 'em how their life is run And no one points at them 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 go'n to meet you Back to the land of the police man 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 fishin' apple pies in the kitchen Isn't it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches? |
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| 3:32 |
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Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy, where's daddy? Right here, girl... 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 problem I can't face, 'cos Your daddy's got a bigger bag of tricks Give daddy a kiss, girl Oh, dad Mommy, where's daddy? Mommy, where's daddy? Come on, sit on your daddy's lap 'cos 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? |
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| 2:02 |
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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 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! |
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Aw!
Police helicopter shot the sky Police helicopter landin' on my eye Yeah! Police helicopter takes a nose-dive Police helicopter, he ain't shy Yeah! Aaw! |
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| 0:18 |
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You always sing You always sing the same |
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