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     Lyrics of
Uplift Mofo Party Plan

Fight Like a Brave
Funky Crime
Me and my Friends
Backwoods
Skinny Sweaty Man
Behind the Sun
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Special Secret Song Inside Version 1
Special Secret Song Inside Version 2
Special Secret Song Inside Version 3
No Chump Love Sucker
Walkin'on Down the Road
Love Trilogy
The Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

Fight Like a Brave Back to the Top

All you slingers and fiends

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 politican

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 talking about t hat 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 your self a break

get it through your head

get if 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

I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan

a plan based on a band, a band based on a plan

there should be no.....in the land of lands

it's a hollywood jam

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...

Funky Crime Back to the Top

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 colors 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 colors 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 gloom

who made you the judge

always room for funky tunes

and yes 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 colors blind

well I've committed a funky crime

against a state of mind

Funky crime

funky crime

funky funky crime

the crime is funky

Me and My Friends Back to the Top

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 friends's named Bob

like the devil knows hell

I know Bob well

well enough to tell you

'bout his 67 smells

well enough to tell you

he's a hell-a-swell fellow

well enough to tell you

that we know each other better

than we know our selves

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

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

but I need him like

my heart needs to beat

at this point

in this friendly verse

I've got to sing a little something

that I haven't rehearsed

it's about my man

and his name is Hillel

for who my love

is woul brother sacred

take it hickleberry

slim boy take it

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

Backwoods Back to the Top

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 a rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now

take me to your backwoods now

Spinning' 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

Take me to your backwoods now

take me to your backwoods now

Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley

hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple

play the lickity split finger licking licks

for all you wicked city slick chicks

and all you nitty gritty hick

we'll make your nipples ripple

make you wanna dip your dipple

make you wanna soak your hickory stick

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

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 milk his cow

the Howling 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

Skinny Sweaty Man Back to the Top

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 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

Behind the Sun Back to the Top
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

The sun goes up

and the sun gets down

but like the heart of the sun

my heart continues to pound

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

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

The sun goes up

and the sun gets down

but like the heart of the sun

my heart continues to pound

Subterranean Homesick Blues Back to the Top

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

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 by the big pen

wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

Look out, kid

Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did

Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid

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.

Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"

better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose

keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes

you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Look out, kid

Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did

Look out, kid, 'cause 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

Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well

ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell

try hard, get barred, get back, write braille

get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

But users, cheaters, six time losers

hand 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, it's somethin' that you did

Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid

Special Secret Song Inside
Version 1 Back to the Top

Well, my young lady, she lives

three houses away

she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming

to me fuckin' you every night

well, let me say "hey"

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 uncool"

he said that he hears moaning and screeming

to me fuckin' you every night

well, let me say "hey"

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

   Special Secret Song Inside
           Version 2      Back to the Top

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

Special Secret Song Inside
Version 3 Back to the Top

1st verse:

Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away.

She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"

every day, when I'm in the hay.

2nd verse:

Struck by lust in a telephone booth. Busted by a cop; he said, "that's uncool."

He said that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"

every day, when I'm in the hay.

And then the rest is agreed upon.

No Chump Love Sucker Back to the Top

She's a witch

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 changas 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 nop

she came in my lap

with her womanly hips

when I first met her

I came unglued

I played the part of

a blueblooded fool

I'm through with your sewage

I'm through with your trash

I always knew that I'd

get the last laugh

She's the kinda girl

who changas 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 be back for cover

but no no no no

I'm 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

boys "you dirty rat"

she's a bitch and a brat

and a living disaster

she thought she was fast

but I was faster

Walkin' On Down The Road
Back to the Top

Well I'm walking 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

trust is a must to be a true blue dude

that's a matter of fact don't be confused

evebody knows true friends are few

Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong

everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walking 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 momma bear hugs her baby bear cubs

a dude he can't lose when he lives on love

like the bark on a tree

like the skin on my knees

I'm standin' by my blood

Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong

everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

Well I'm walking 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

Love Trilogy Back to the Top

My love comes, and when it does

it's a crazy kind of

selective affection

my love flows lika a wize guy's tie

in the zanniest of directions

my love protection, my love erection

you better get some of my infection

my love can be-a-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 man

I love his mother and

the silly mystic man

some people think he's bad

they say he doesn't laugh

and ask my dad

My love is death to appartheid rule

my love is deepest depth, the ocean blues

My love is the zulu groove

my love is keep it or move

my love is a laughin' boozed

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 the best set of buns

my love for the feal of the drums

my love for a butter knuckle hands

my love for the sweedes in the bad

my love for the legs that I spin

my love for the fat mingy

my love, my love

my love is my gross innerself

my love is my dick in my head

my love is my gross innerself

my love is my dick in my head

The Organic Anti-Beat Box Band Back to the Top

Welcome 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

listem now to this jam

to the power of the drummers bad

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

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 the girls got hot

the party's got boys and the boys got socks

something popped the doors unlocked

house got up ran around the block

sit down house

take off your blouse

We represent the hollywood kids

hollywood is where we live

any good friend of 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