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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... |
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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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 Haut de la page |
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| 3. |
| 3:24 |
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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 'Cause 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! I know, I know, I know what's right! |
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| 4. |
| 2:53 |
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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 'Cause 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? |
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| 5. |
| 3:24 |
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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... [tout répéter sauf la dernière ligne] |
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| 6. |
| 4:00 |
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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 'Cause 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? |
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| 3:32 |
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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? |
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| 2:02 |
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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 'Cause 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! |
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| 1:16 |
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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! 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! |
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| 0:20 |
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You always sing You always sing the same
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| 12. |
| 2:36 |
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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 'Cause 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? |
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| 1:10 |
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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! 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! |
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| 1:54 |
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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! |
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| 3:48 |
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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? |
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| 4:01 |
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Give it up to this time full of strife
Get down, you might be fucking with the song of life Extend your deeper senses, there will be no fight At the never ending ocean of perfect insights 'Round your molecule beam with a halo of light The animated aura will give delight Soon, your every single worry will be out of sight With the power of It, we are about to astound All your preconceptions, they will come unbound "Listen very close," my inner voice expounds "We are the human race, and we groove to the sound" Yes, we deliver the truth to our musical birth A soul shocking sound with electrify the earth People have to know that it's not about money Cash is not the way to make your life sunny There is no need if you got the soul seed Love, life and peace, it can only begin When you know in your heart that the change is within Love all your brothers and love all your sisters Love all the missus and love all the misses And don't be shy when you're sharing your kisses Greed, jealousy gets boos and hisses What it is, what it is, so much to be found What it is, what it is, groove down to the sounds What it is, what it is, what it is in a song What it is, what it is, you can do no wrong Balance your life with the right kind of foods To eat a sad cow is to eat another you Well, that's an unfair rap, it's unforgivably rude It'll put your Karma in the worst of moods Someone's drinking booze and taking too many ludes 'Cause when you cop, don't you cop an attitude And that's an ugly thing, it's not the real you So please y'all, take some sound advice Be yourself, clear your mind, make a sacrifice The always sober you is especialy nice Don't loot, don't shout, give comet the boot I love it kickin' back and playin' my bamboo flute Refuse to fight wars for political whores Unsurpassed peace lines the salt water shores It is my notion that the perfect peace potion Can be found in the wake of the green sea ocean The long rocky swells of the mighty blue ocean Is the cradle of peace, it's the perfect peace potion There you will find it, with sweet sea creatures The smile of a dolphin is a built-in feature We will learn much peace will the whale as your teacher "Good morning class, how very nice to meet you" What it is, what it is, so much to be found What it is, what it is, groove down to the sounds What it is, what it is, what it is in a song What it is, what it is, you can do no wrong Open up your hearts to the planets; to the stars With your spirit take a trip from Venus to Mars You know, Einstein did while Hitler hid Now, Albert lives forever in every single kid But, with Adolph Hitler, we are permanently rid Picasso, Mister Dali and my man, Jimy Hendrix These cool brothers make the world go 'round Yeah, they do it with art, and Jimy did it with sound But, by all these men, it was found Each and every person can be just as renowned Don't let the world's racist creeds give your pretty face a frown Stand up for equal rights, I mean buckle down Go spread the word from town to town We are the human race and we groove to the sounds Now that you've heard what it is in a song )From here on in, you can do not wrong |
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