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True Men Don't Kill Coyotes  
Baby Appeal  
Buckle Down  
Get up and Jump  
Why don't you Love me  
Green Heaven  
Mommy Where's Daddy  
Out In L.A.  
Police helicopter  
You always sing  
  

 True Man dont kill Coyotes              Back to the Top 
 

          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 
          'cos 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 
          'cos 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... 

   Baby Appeal   Back to the Top 

          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 

      Buckle Down    Back to the Top 
          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 
          'Cos I know what's right! 
          (Repeat Everyting) 
          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! 

   Get up and Jump   Back to the Top 

           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 
          'cos 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? 

  Why dont you love me   Back to the Top 

          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 exept the last line) 

    Green Heaven   Back to the Top   

          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 
          'Cos 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? 

 Mommy where's Daddy  Back to the Top 

          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? 

  Out in L.A. Back to the Top 

          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 
          'Cos 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! 

 Police Helicopter   Back to the Top 
         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! 
          (Repeat Everything) 
          Aaw! 

   You Always Sing  Back to the Top   

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

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