On a far away island Of Salamasond Yertle the turtle Was king of the pond A nice little pond It was clean it was neat The water was warm There was plenty to eat Until one day The king of them all Decided the kingdom He ruled was too small I'm a ruler of all that I see But I don't see enough And that's the trouble with me
With this stone for a throne I am too low down I cannot look down Upon the places beyond So Yertle the turtle king Lifted his hand And Yertle the turtle king Lifted his hand He ordered all the turtles Onto one another's back He piled them high Into a ten turtle stack I'm Yertle the turtle The things I now rule I'm king of a cow I'm king of a mule
Then down from below In the great turtle stack Came a burp from a plain Little turtle named Mack Just part of the throne This burpin' little turtle Looked up and said "I beg Your pardon king Yertle" I've pains in my back My shoulders and my knees How long must we stand Here your majesty "Silence !" the king of the Turtles barked back To the bad burpin' Little turtle named Mack I'm Yertle the turtle Oh marvelous me for I am ruler of all that I see
Yertle, Yertle the turtle... Yertle, Yertle the turtle...
Nevermind the Pac Jam Nevermind the Gap Band Nevermind the Zap Band Nevermind the Funk Scam Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind the British bands Nevermind the Synth Funk bands Nevermind the Wham Wham band Nevermind Duran Duran Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind the Soft Cell shit That's strictly for the twits Nevermind the Men At Work Those tunes are for the jerks Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind Hall and Oates Those guys are a couple of goats Nevermind the Culture Club That jive's just one big flub Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Time to swing a little melody To make you all feel something sexually And now we're gonna get it on in the groove The groove that makes those smooth hips move We are pumpin' that drivin' bad rythm To make those pretty little pussy lips schism Kissum kissum kissum
In the mind is one design To make you feel fine Suckin' on mine with a 69 I'm inclined to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your brains out For the moment, come on now, make her shout Pump that leman 'till it pouts
Open your legs to the sensual sound With the beauty of the beat on your pretty wet mound I can tell you're like a horny bloodhound Feel the bass, hug the ground Just drop your knees and come unbound And now you make your mouth to get on down
Our lust for notes will boil your blood When they slither and slide on under your hood Makin' me shoot my power packed pud Like a wild lady lovin' a viable stud Because of what is know as a juicy wet pud Gettin' it gettin' it gettin' it good
In my head, as a hellified hum I take to rubbin' her on the bum Adjust the lips some on the tongue With my thumb I strum her plum Start to make her orgasm Tastes a little bit like, ooh, how rum
Well I like to make her cum To the rythm of the drums Make cum, make cum, cum
You don't care for me I don't care about that You got a new fool Hah! I like it like that I have only one burning desire Oh, can I make love with your fire?
Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh yeah,
Now listen to this baby And stop acting so crazy
You say your mom ain't home Ain't my concern Just don't play with me And you won't get burned I have only one burning desire Oh, I'm gonna, me, do it in your fire
Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh, Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh yeah,
Oh move over over... And let Mr Huckleberry take over... You know he's bad, you know he drowns, you know who he gives it to...Yeah!
That's right... Now dig this!
You try to give me your money You better save it Babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burning desire Oh, can I make love over your fire?
Let me stand next to your fire Funky Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire FunkyFunky fire... Let me stand next to your fire Oh, Funky fire... Let me stand next to your fire
You better slide you ass over, girl 'Cos I'm coming through once and I'm coming the way you must be...
Backwoods 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
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...
Thirty dirty birds Sitting on a curb Chirping and burping And eating Dirty earthworms
Along comes Herbie From thirty-third And third Saw the thirty Dirty birds Sitting on a curb Chirping and burping And eating Dirty earthworms Boy he was Disturbed
Deep inside the soul hole Of Mother Earth Father Time came With a supersonic supersonic burst His soul monkey sperm tribes Racing to be first Her ruby fruit jungle Givin' bush baby bush baby birth The baby was a boy But I think what stunned her Is that this bare breasted baby Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder Crackin' from his thumb bone Came thelonious thunder Fill the sky with hellfire From way down down down under
I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I get all the bush I can
Erupting from the ground In hollywood he glowed His jungle turned to concrete His funk bone bone bone bone to stone Like a full blown volcano I must let it be known That through this boy's vein Atomic lava blood flows and flows His soul shocking sounds They make the mountains moan This boy's become a man It's time to take take take Take the throne
I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I get all the bush I can
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 color 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
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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 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
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Funky crime Funky crime Funky funky crime The crime is funky
Me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my, me and my friends (x4)
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 Bobby well But I think he knows me better
Me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my, me and my friends (x4)
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 Huckleberry Slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my, me and my friends (x2)
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 (x4)
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
Spinnin' 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
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 lickin 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 milks his cow The Howling Wolf will howl And since time does allow You all can take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods
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 a 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 a 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
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 (x3) The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart of the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun
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 (x4)
An island flying through the sky One day your son might ask you why And if your 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 (x3) The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart of the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinking about the government 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, because it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, because they keep it 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
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Looks to me like you did A little too 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
