DISC 1 THE RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS


1. TRUE MEN DON'T KILL COYOTES

Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
Through the Hollywood Hills
The farther west – the farther out
Yea 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, yea
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 and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals

Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood Hills, yea
Huh, Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And 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
Yea 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...
Huh, Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And 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 and I dig the dust
I barbecue my meals

Riding wild on a paisley dragon
Through the Hollywood Hills, yea
Huh, Hollywood Hills

Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
He can taste his blood
And 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...


2. BABY APPEAL

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 thoughts
I play in a band yea we're called the Red Hots
Out of my way boy I'm afraid not
I've got no time to think and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' that itty bitty tot
Her pop said no but she just couldn't stop
The kid had a case of toddler rock

Well here's a funky fact that I know is real
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, yea it makes them squeal
The Chili 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-o-meal
I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal

We stoke the fire we crank the heat
4 groove dog brothers funkin’ out in the street
Rockin’ up a storm when who do we meet
But the hop, skip, jump, bumpin’ baby de beat
She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet
The next thing you know she called out her fleet
5000 babies rockin’ out in the street
That's a serious sight I mean golly, gee whiz
I just can't tell you how much we dig
Rock out for those itty, bitty kids

Well here's a funky fact that I know is real
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, yea make them squeal
The Chili Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we reel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal
I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal, so get down

Got the tunes in my box...
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 box
I play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
Excuse me mister won't you hear my thoughts
I play in a band yea we're called the Red Hots
Out of my way boy I'm afraid not
I've got no time to think and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' that itty bitty tot
Her pop said no but she just couldn't stop
The kid had a case of toddler rock

Well 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 squeal
I say the Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we reel
I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal


3. BUCKLE DOWN

Hot off the ice
No hole in my soul
We’re men not mice
No stopping my role
Hot yea twist
Red star black fist
Work hard play more
Just turn me loose
I know what’s right in life…you
Better buckle down
Don’t give up the fight in life…you
Better buckle down
Trail blaze with might in life…you
Better buckle down
Live dreams tonight in life…you
Better buckle down
‘Cause I know what’s right

Hot off the ice
No hole in my soul
We’re men not mice
No stopping my role
Hot yea twist
Red star black fist
Work play more
Just turn me loose
I know what’s right in life…you
Better buckle down
Don’t give up the fight in life…you
Better buckle down
Trail blaze with might in life….you
Better buckle down
Live 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


4. GET UP AND JUMP

Get up and jump – get up and jump
Get up, get up, get up and jump
Jump on up – jump on down
Just jumpa, jumpa, jumpa, jumpa
Jump around – jump the day away
Jump all over town
‘Cause jumpin’s okay – in a jumpin’ kinda way
Hey hey

Jumpa boy, jump a girl
Jumpa 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 standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs getting a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
A don’t you know they’re jumpin’ foos
Jump you

Jump a nun – jump a jack
Jump for fun – jump back
A how’s about us jumpin’ the sack
Now it’s time for a jump attack

Get up and jump (x8)

Jama Boba Jima Boba
Slima Boba boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin’ like you’re might silly
Say what you got a pumpkin in your pants
You got a pumpkin
In your pants

Mr. Mexican jumping bean
Knows his fun is skeaky clean
Christ how’d you think 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’ Mrs. Jones
I really wanna jump on Kinski’s bones

Get up and jump (x8)

Get up and jump (x8)

Jama Boba Jima Boba
Slima Boba boogie
To the tune of slima Billy
Lookin’ like you’re might silly
Say what you got a pumpkin in your pants
You got a pumpkin
In your pants


5. WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME

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...

(Repeat everything except last line)


6. GREEN HEAVEN

About this planet there is something I know
There’s a very big difference between
Above and below
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 hardcore chemical pollution
If you think a different way you’re in a mental institution
And that’s a heart felt shame
‘Cause everyone is 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 loving 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 justa 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 going 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


7. MOMMY WHERE'S DADDY

Mommy where’s daddy
Mommy where’s daddy

Right here girl

Sweet thing you look so sad
Cheer up don’t you know your daddy’s bad
Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad

There ain’t one problem I can’t fix
‘Cause your daddy’s got a big old bag-o-trix
Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad

Mommy where’s daddy
Mommy where’s daddy

Come on sit on your daddy’s lap
‘Cause I’m the one who’ll pats your back
Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad

Well let me see now where to begin
A let me start by tuckin’ you in
Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad

Mommy where’s daddy


8. OUT IN L.A.

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.’s the place sets my mind ablaze
For me its a race through a cotton
Pickin’ maze

The town makes me jump its got a lot
Of bad chicks
Well sure its got some chumps but I still
Get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick
The ripe pick
Like a thump 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’s Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop
But he never met the tree so he never
Bebopped hop out

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 ass
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 them all
But by the time he got to 99 he had to stop
‘Cause that’s when he thought
That he heard a fop
Night and the night before
I heard a fop outside then I
Came in doors rock out

Now I told you a little
Somethin’ ‘bout the Flea
Something ‘bout the tree
A little something ‘bout me
I can’t leave you hangin’
‘Bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
Now its time to hear him do his thang
You better be burnin’ 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


9. POLICE HELICOPTER

Police helicopter sharking through the sky
Police helicopter landin’ on my eye

Police helicopter takes a nosedive
Police helicopter no he ain’t shy

Police helicopter sharking through the sky
Police helicopter landing on my eye

Police helicopter don’t take no jive
Police helicopter no he ain’t shy


10. YOU ALWAYS SING

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

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

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

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

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

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


11. GRAND PAPPY DU PLENTY

(Instrumental)


DISC 2 FREAKY STYLEY


1. JUNGLE MAN

Deep inside the soul hole
Of mother earth
Father time came
With a supersonic supersonic burst
His soul monkey sperm tribes
Racing to be first
Her ruby fruit jungle
Givin’ bush baby bush baby birth
The baby was a boy
But I think what stunned her
Is that this bare breasted baby
Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder
Crackin’ from his thumb bone
Came Thelonious thunder
Fill the sky with hellfire
From way down down down under

I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I get all the bush I can

Erupting from the ground
In Hollywood he glowed
His jungle turned to concrete
His funk bone bone bone bone to stone
Like a full blown volcano
I must let it be known
That through this boy’s vein
Atomic lava blood flows and flows
His soul shocking sounds
They make the mountains moan
This boy’s become a man
It’s time to take take take
Take the thrown

I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I get all the bush I can
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I’m a jungle man
I get all the bush I can


2. HOLLYWOOD (AFRICA)

Take me back
Hold my hand
All the way back
To the brotherland
Take me back
I want to go back

Take me back
And my funky ass band
All the way back
To the brotherland
Take me back

I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children
Hollywood...

I want to get up and go
With my funky ass jams
All the way back
To the brotherland
Take me back
I want to go back

Hollywood...

Where the women
Is the women
And the man
Is the man

I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children


3. AMERICAN GHOST DANCE

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard
A peaceable word
From the white trash
Who killed as they came
Though these words dig deep
They offer no relief
God save the queen
I am an Indian chief
There is a secret I keep
It’s called the talking leaf
And you better believe
That he speaks his beliefs
Like a rock that bleeds
A sea of grief
My talking leaf speaks of
A Wounded Knee creek

American ghost dance…

A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life
But he’s in chains
I’m alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning red inside
I am an Indian brave
There is a memory
That lives in my blood
Of the brand you laid
On all you touched
But the burning flame
Turns to burning pain
Genuine genocide
And that’s truly insane
So like a wild hurricane
I will dance on the grave
Of my race that died
When it should have been saved

American ghost dance…

Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard
A peaceable word
From the white trash
Who killed as they came
Though these words dig deep
They offer no relief
God save the queen
I am an Indian chief
There is a secret I keep
It’s called the talking leaf
And you better believe
That he speaks his beliefs
Like a rock that bleeds
A sea of grief
My talking leaf speaks of
A Wounded Knee creek

American ghost dance…


4. IF YOU WANT ME TO STAY

If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there
Then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reachin' me by phone
Cause I promise
I'll be gone for a while
And when you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman
Taking up my time
Oh how could I ever allow
I guess I wonder how
I could get out a pocket for fun
When you know that
You're never number two
Number one's gonna be number one

I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now

When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now

Get this message over to you now
I'll be so good
I wish I could


5. NEVERMIND

Nevermind the Pac Jam
Nevermind the Gap Band
Nevermind the Zap Band
Nevermind the Funk Scam
‘Cause we’re
Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind the British bands
Nevermind the synth funk bands
Nevermind the Wham Wham band
Nevermind Duran Duran
‘Cause we’re
Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind the Soft Cell shit
That’s strictly for the twits
Nevermind the Men At Work
Those tunes are for the jerks
‘Cause we’re
Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind Hall and Oates
Those guys are a couple of goats
Nevermind the Culture Club
That jive’s just one big flub
‘Cause we’re
Red Hot Chili Peppers


6. FREAKY STYLEY

Say it out loud
I'm freaky styley
And I'm proud


7. BLACKEYED BLONDE

Pumpin’ the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She’s the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream
She’s just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone

Leroy Brown thought he was bad too
Til she left him floating in the Old Bayou
She’s the kind of girl
She’s built like a bomb
She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde get down

That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she’s hot to the box
But let me tell you little boy
She’ll clean your clock

A slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond
She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde get down


8. THE BROTHERS CUP

Give it up to this planet full of strife
We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact

It was our shoulder space
That made the perfect place
For the magic of the cup
To style out with grace
With a tight turn twist
And a slight swerve swank
The brothers cup kissed
With a kick ass clank

We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up

Give it up to this planet full of strife
We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact

So love all your brothers
And love all your sisters
Love all the misses
And love all the misters
Don’t be shy when you’re sharin’ your kisses
The brothers cup kiss
And we ain’t sissies

It is our notion that the perfect peace potion
Can be found in the wake of the green sea’s motion
The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean
Is the cradle of peace it’s the perfect peace motion

Give it up to this planet full of strife
We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife

With the power of the cup we are about to astound
All your preconceptions they will come unbound
We are the brothers cup coming to your town
Bringing tubes of love we’re going to spread it around

We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up


9. BATTLE SHIP

Three miles off the
Coast of Beirut
New Jersey’s guns get
Ready to shoot
Take a walk down the
Firing room
Fire one it’s a
Shakedown cruise

Battle ship battle ship

See the sailor boys
Dressed in blue
Cheer the change to
Make the news
Send the shell down
The spiral groove
Bombs away it’s a
Shakedown cruise yeah

Battle ship battle ship


10. LOVIN' AND TOUCHIN'

Lovin’ and touchin’ and
Laughing and squeezing and
Walking and joking and
Smiling and teasing

Loving and kissing and
Rubbing and scrubbing and
Styling and slumming and
Rolling and cumming

I’ll hold you a lifetime
I’ll love you forever
I’ll make you my wife and
I’ll never forget you

I’ll give you my smile
On the face of your child
I will give you my love
I will give you my love

Lovin’ and touchin’ and
Lovin’ and touchin’ and
Lovin’ and touchin’ and
Lovin’ and touchin’ and
Love


11. CATHOLIC SCHOOL GIRLS RULE

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

In the class she’s taking notes
Just how deep deep is my throat
Mother Mary don’t you know
She’s got eyes like Marilyn Monroe

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

From the cross she’s raised her head
This is what the sister said
Give no love until you’re wed
Live not life until you’re dead
The good book says we must suppress
The good book says we must confess
But who cares what the good book says
‘Cause now she’s taking off her dress

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Catholic
Schoolgirls rule
Catholic school girls rule

Lead us into temptation
We are pure divine creation
Talkin’ about my generation
Injected with the seed of emaculation
Catholic


12. SEX RAP

Time to swing a little melody
To make you all feel something sexually
And now we’re gonna get it on in the groove
The groove that makes those smooth hips move
We are pumpin’ that drivin’ bad rhythm
To make those pretty little pussy lips schism
Kissum kissum kissum

In the mind is one design
To make you feel fine
Suckin’ on mine with a 69
I’m inclined to funk, funk, funk, funk your brains out
Make her moan, make her groan and make her shout
Pump that labia ‘til it pouts

Open up your legs to the sensual sound
Let the booty bustin’ beat pound your pretty we mound
I can tell you’re like a horny bloodhound
Feel the bass hump the ground
As you’re droppin’ to your knees and I come unbound
And now you make your mouth to get on down

Our lustful notes will boil your blood
When they slither and slide on under your hood
Makin’ me shoot my power packed pud
Like a wild lady lovin’ a fire hose stud
Causing what is known as a juicy wet flood
Gettin’ it gettin’ it gettin’ it good

In my head I hear a hellified hum
I take to rubbin’ her on the bum
Just a little on the tum
With my thumb I strum her plum
Start to make her orgasm
Tastes a little bit like oozing hot cum

Well I like to make her cum
To the rhythm of the drums
Make cum, make cum, cum


13. THITY DIRTY BIRDS

Thirty dirty birds
Sitting on a curb
Chirping and burping
And eating
Dirty earthworms
Along comes Herbie

From thirty-third
And third
Saw the thirty
Dirty birds
Sitting on a curb
Chirping and burping
And eating
Dirty earthworms

Boy he was
Disturbed


14. YERTLE THE TURTLE

On a far away island
Of Salamasond
Yertle The Turtle
Was king of the pond
A nice little pond
It was clean it was neat
The water was warm
There was plenty to eat
Until one day
The king of them all
Decided the kingdom
He ruled was too small
I’m a ruler of all that I see
But I don’t see enough
And that’s the trouble with me

With this stone for a throne
I am too low down
I cannot look down
Upon the places beyond
So Yertle The Turtle King
Lifted his hand
And Yertle The Turtle King
Gave a command
He ordered all the turtles
Onto one another’s back
He piled them high
Into a ten turtle stack
I’m Yertle The Turtle
The things I now rule
I’m king of a cow
I’m king of a mule

Look at that turtle go, bro

Then down from below
In the great turtle stack
Came a burp from a plain
Little turtle named Mack
Just part of the throne
This burpin’ little turtle
Looked up and said “I beg
Your pardon King Yertle”
I’ve pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
“Silence” the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad burpin’
Little turtle named Mack
I’m Yertle The Turtle
Oh marvelous me for
I am ruler of all that I see


DISC 3 THE UPLIFT MOFO PARTY PLAN


1. FIGHT LIKE A BRAVE

All you slingers and friends
Hide behind your rocks
Put down your guard
I’m not here to box
This is no showdown
So throw down your guns
You see it doesn’t matter
Where you come from
You could be from Park Ave
Or from a park bench
You could be a politician
Or a bitchy princess
But if you’re lookin’ for a fist
And you’re lookin’ to unite
Put your knuckleheads together
Make a fist and fight
Not to your death
And not to your grave
I’m talkin’ bout that freedom
Fight like a brave

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you
You’ve got to be afraid

If you’re sick-a-sick n tired
Of being sick and tired
If you’re sick of all the bullshit
And you’re sick of all the lies
It’s better late than never
To set-a-set it straight
You know the lie is dead
So give yourself a break
Get it through your head
And get it off your chest
Get it out your arm
Because it’s time to start fresh
You want to stop dying
The life you could be livin’
I’m here to tell a story
But I’m also here to listen
No I’m not your preacher
And I’m not your physician
I’m just trying to reach you
I’m a rebel with a mission

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid

You say you’re running
And you’re running
And you’re running afraid
You say you ran across the planet
But you couldn’t get away
The fire in your brain
Was driving you insane
You were looking for a day
In a life that never came
So don’t tell me that
I’ve got to take a number
‘Cause I’ve been to that doctor
And believe me that’s a bummer
Here’s a one of a kind
Convention of the mind
And don’t forget to mention
That it doesn’t cost a dime
Come as you like
And leave any time
And one more thing
You know it doesn’t have to rhyme

Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid
Fight like a brave – don’t be a slave
No one can tell you you’ve got to be afraid


2. FUNKY CRIME

Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do

Funky crime funky crime
Don’t you know funk’s color blind
Well I’ve committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Hey you mister interview
I don’t have to answer you
This is what I grew into
Don’t judge me and my soul stew
‘Cause funk is my attitude
Funk is my attitude

Funky crime funky crime
Don’t you know funk’s color blind
Well I’ve committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Barriers of race
In the media take place
Tellin’ you there is no room
For what you do, don’t budge
There’s no groove to your cold gloom
And who made you the judge
Always room for funky tunes
And yes I funk it up
I funk it up

Funky boy
Meets a funky girl
Make it funky, baby
‘Cause the funk is crazy

Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
Who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do

Funky crime funky crime
Don’t you know funk’s color blind
Well I’ve committed a funky crime
Against a state of mind

Funky crime
Funky crime
A funky funky crime
The crime is funky


3. ME & MY FRIENDS

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

Like two sweet peas
In an even sweeter pod
That’s my friend
And my friend’s named Bob
Like the devil knows hell
I know Bobby well
Well enough to tell you
‘Bout his 67 smells
Well enough to tell you
He’s a hell-a-swell-a fellow
Well enough to tell you
That we know each other better
Than we know ourselves
Like freaks of a feather
We rock together
I know Bob well
But I think he knows me better

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

He’s as close to me
As a friend can be
I’ll be standin’ by my buddy
He’ll be standin’ by me
Just another half of
The two headed freak
Bit I need him like
My heart needs to beat
At this point
In this friendly verse
I’ve gotta sing a little something
That I haven’t rehearsed
It’s about my man
And his name is Hillel
For whom my love
Is soul-brother sacred
Take it Huckleberry
Slim Boy take it

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

Jacky’s eyes are closed
But he’s right on course
Because he’s guided by
The invisible force
He drives a kooky green Chrysler
Bad as anybody’s Porsche
He’s a working class drummer
He’s as strong as a horse

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends


4. BACKWOODS

Someone spilled blood many years ago
Someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods
Where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall
Daddies of rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

Spinnin’ down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Spinnin’ out of control
Like a psychedelic soul
With a rhythm hittin’ harder
Than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall
Daddies of rock and roll

Mr. Uplift Mofo – my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin’ a bottle of nickel ripple
Play the lickity split finger lickin’ licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hicks
We’ll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
That’s right
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
Which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Who was born to make them bitches stir
That’s right he’ll make the sweet substance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howlin’ Wolf will howl
And since times does allow
You all can
Take me to your backwoods now

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods


5. SKINNY SWEATY MAN

Flashin’ lots of cash and spendin’ lots-o-loot
He’s sitting at the bar – then he’s sittin’ at the booth
Across the dance floor he does scoot
He’s the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

The caboose that could he goes toot toot
Been known to gag and sometimes puke
A very good friend of Granny Goose
He’s the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

He’s half man and half cartoon
But good buddy don’t be confused
He’s full blooded looney tune
He’s the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Face to face with the man in the moon
His family doctor is Doctor Seuss
If you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

He was new in town
A free wheelin’ clown
A very funny young duke
Hangin’ under the roof
Of a place in time
United sound

He’ll play a little guitar sing a few blues
He’s the kind-a-guy that you can’t refuse
Despite the fact that he’s no brute
He’s the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
Coming soon to a theatre near you
He’s the skinny sweaty man in the green suit


6. BEHIND THE SUN

One day while bathing in the sea
My talking dolphin spoke to me
He spoke to me in symphony
From freedom's peace beneath the sea
He looked to me eyes full of love
Said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Behind the sun

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
The one who listens to the surf
Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
And like my dolphin swims so free
The sun does swim into the sea

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

An island flying through the sky
One day your son might ask you why
And if you son should be a girl
She too might ask you of this world
The sun shines sweet upon your beach
And yes my dolphin loves to teach

Behind the sun
Behind the sun
Behind the sun

The sun goes up
And the sun gets down
But like the heart of the sun
My heart continues to pound

Behind the sun


7. SUBTERRANEAN HOMESICK BLUES

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
Says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off.
Pay him off

God knows when but you're doin' it again!
You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten
So look out, kid

Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, lookout

Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
The double D.A

Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
You better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, and an eye on the plain clothes
‘Cause you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
Look out, kid

Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid

Looks to me like you did
A little to much hittin' kid
You should've took it to the bridge
Before you started to skid
Look out, kid

The good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan
Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
Killin'em, I said killin' em

Come on, come on

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred, jump back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail


But users, cheaters, six time losers
Hang around the theatres
Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
Look out, kid

Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
Look out, kid, because they keep all hid
Look out, kid, because it’s something that you did, kid
Look out, kid, because they keep it all hid, lookout


8. SPECIAL SECRET SONG INSIDE

Well my lady lady, she lives
Three houses away
She claims that she can hear my baby screaming
To me "Fuck me Anthony,
Well Anthony"

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Struck by lust in a telephone booth
Busted by a cop, he said "That's uncouth"
He said that he can hear my baby screeming
To me "Fuck me Anthony,
Well Anthony"

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

I want to party on your pussy, baby

I want to party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy
I want to party on your little pussy, girl
I want to party on your pussy

Let me shine your diamond
The girl got a scratch
Slap that cat
Have mercy

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah


9. NO CHUMP LOVE SUCKER

She's a witch a bat
A bonafide bore
What's more – she snores
And that is a fact
Cow eyes lie
Yes it's time to resist
How did I ever
Get into this
How could I ever
Have kissed that bitch
So what if she’s
Got big tits

She's the kinda girl
Who changes her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

She came like a cat
Like a cat to cat nap
She came in my life
With her womanly hips
When I first met her
I came unglued
Well I played the part of
A blueblooded fool
I'm through with your sewage
I'm through with your trash
Well I always knew that I'd
Get the last laugh

She's the kinda girl
Who changes her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who
Won't just let things sit

Like two trains on one track
Bound for a crash
Two red, white, and blues we were
Destined to clash
I can't fix the future
I can't change the past
Like fly by night news
We were not meant to last
I'm through with your bluefish
I'm through with your gash
I'm through being screwed with by
You and your wack attack

Jump back for chump love
You won't back for cover
But no, no, no, no
I'm no chump love sucker

No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker

I thought that your love
Was a matter of fact
But I lost my pride
When I realized that
The smack in my bag
And my baseball bat
Was all you were after
“You dirty rat”
She’s bitch and a brat
And a living disaster
She thought she was fast
But I was faster

No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
No chump love sucker


10. WALKIN' ON DOWN THE ROAD

Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
'Cause trust is a must to be a true blue dude
That's a matter of fact don't be confused
Everybody knows true friends are few
Everybody come, every body sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong
Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walkin' on down the road


A like a mama bear hugs her baby bear cubs
A dude he can't lose when lives on love
Like the bark on a tree
Like the skin on my knees
I'm standin' by my blood

Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong
Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong
Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walkin' on down the road
But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold
And everybody knows what Bobby D was told
I'm walkin' on down the road
I'm walkin' on down the road
I'm walkin' on down the road


11. LOVE TRILOGY

My love comes
And when it does
It's a crazy kind of
Selective affection
My love flows like a wise guy's tie
In the zaniest of directions
My love protection, my love erection
You better get some of my affection
My love can be bigger than
The Hoover Dam
My love can hide behind
A grain of sand
My love for life is fueled by the love for my band
I love his mother and
The silly mixed up man
Some people think he's bad
They say he doesn't laugh
And ask my dad

My love is death to apartheid rule
My love is the deepest depth, the ocean blues
My love is the Zulu groove
My love is the coop-a-loop move
My love is lightning's blues
My love is the pussy juice
My love can't be refused
My love is gettin' my food
My love, my love

My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum
My love for the baby suckin' on his thumb
My love for a fresh set of buns
My love for the feel of the drums
My love for a bunch of knuckleheads
My love for the sweet smell of bread
My love for the legs that I spread
My love for the fat natty dread
My love, my love

My love is my toes in the sand
My love is my dick in my head
My love is my toes in the sand
My love is my dick in my head


12. ORGANIC ANTI-BEAT BOX BAND

Welcome my friends to my thoughts of when
The Fax City 4 were four young men
Time has come, now we jam
With the Uplift Mofo Party Plan
We're the organic anti-beat box band

One comes from the holy land
Another was born an Australian
Me, I'm from Michigan
But Hollywood is the land of lands
It's a Hollywood jam

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

Life is grand in the land of lands
The mind does boggle the mind expands
The anarchy 4 have manned their craft
Get on your knees and shake your ass
To the jam that is

We don't ask we demand
That you and your clan
Listen now to this jam
To the power of the drummer
'Cause the drummer's bad
It's a Hollywood jam
Let's rock

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

There's a party in my town at 12:00
There's a party that's rockin' down to the rock
I've got nothin' against hip hop
But there's a party in my town
And no beat box jam that is

The party's got girls and the girls got hot
The party's got boys and the boys got socks
Something popped the doors unlocked
The house got up ran around the block
Sit down house
Take off your blouse

We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live
This is for the lollypop kids
Over the rainbow with the wiz
We represent the Hollywood kids
Organic anti-beat box band

With the organic anti-beat box band
You just might slam dance that is
It's a Hollywood jam