Apache Rock Peacock

Sittin’ on a sack on beans
Sittin’ down in New Orleans
You wouldn’t believe what I’ve seen
Sitting on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks
Mother southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don’t mix w/politics
People on the streets just kickin’ to the licks

Chorus:
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee
Mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh, good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
& 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

(Repeat Chorus)

A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me Billy
She liked the looks of me & my willy

So I found her in the quarter
Good God, how I adored her
Oh, she made me feel so cozy
When she todl me I could call her Rosey

I kiss your hair, your skin so bare
I’ll take you w/me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like better

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin’ down the boulevard
She was soft & 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

(Repeat Chorus)

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

I kiss your hair, your skin so bare
I’ll take you w/me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I like better