"Apache Rose Peacock" lyrics
"Apache Rose Peacock"
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 Honalee
Oh, 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
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 Honalee
Oh, mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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 weather
I never met a girl that I liked 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 funky 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 weather
I never met a girl that I liked better
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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 Honalee
Oh, mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans
Writer(s): Michael Balzary, John Frusciante, Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith
- AZLyrics
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- Red Hot Chili Peppers Lyrics
album:
"Blood Sugar Sex Magik" (1991)
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