Apache Rose Peacock by RHCP, lyrics following:
Sittin' on a sack of beans,
Sittin' down in New Orleans.
You wouldn't believe what I've seen,
Sitting on that sack of beans;
Lunatics on pogo sticks,
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix.
Hicks don't mix with politics,
People on the street, just kickin' to the licks.
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Hannah Lee;
Mentally or physically,
I wanna be in New Orleans.
Oh good brother, just when I tought
That I had seen it all,
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And 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.
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee;
Mentally or physically,
I wanna be in New Orleans.
A little boy came along,
Name of Louis Armstrong;
Said that girl who left me silly,
She liked the looks of me and my willy;
So I found her in the quarter,
Good God how I adored her;
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey.
I kiss your hair, your skin so bare,
I'll take you with me girl anywhere;
You fare well in stormy wheater.
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 and I was hard.
Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock,
Hottest ass on the goddamn block.
Rockin' to the beat of the funcky ass meters,
She has one of those built-in heaters.
I kiss your hair, your skin so bare,
I'll take you with me girl anywhere;
You fare well in stormy wheater.
I never met a girl that I like better.
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.
Yes my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honah Lee;
Mentally or physically,
I wanna be in New Orleans.
