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 Wish no aim to powered on out 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
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?
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...
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
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
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...
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
Give it up to this planet full of strife We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap The cups went up like a natural fact
It was our shoulder space That made the perfect place For the magic of the cup To style out with grace With a tight turn twist And a slight swerve swank The brothers cup kissed With a kick ass clank
We are the brothers cup We like to get it up We are the brothers cup We like to get it up
Give it up to this planet full of strife We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap The cups went up like a natural fact
So love all your brothers And love all your sisters Love all the misses And love all the misters Don't be shy when you're sharin' your kisses The brothers cup kiss And we ain't sissies
It is our notion that the perfect peace potion Can be found in the wake of the green sea's motion The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean Is the cradle of peace it's the perfect peace motion
Give it up to this planet full of strife We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the power of the cup we are about to astound All your preconceptions they will come unbound We are the brothers cup coming to your town Bringing tubs of love we're going to spread it around
Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream She's just made out of flesh and bones But let me tell you little boy You better leave her alone
Leroy Brown thought he was bad too 'Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou She's the kind of girl She's built like a bomb She's the blackeyed blackeyed Blackeyed blonde, Get down !
That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox Heaten queen of sleeze she's hot to box But let me tell you little boy She'll clean your clock
A slick and sly spy Stuck in the muck of the moat Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond She's the blackeyed blackeyed Blackeyed blonde, Get down !
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
If you want me to stay I'll be around today To be available for you to see I'm about to go there Then you'll know For me to stay here I've got to be me You'll never be in doubt That's what it's all about You can't take me for granted and smile Count the days I'm gone Forget reachin' me by phone 'Cause I promise I'll be gone for a while And when you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person That you really are now You got to get it straight How could I ever be late When you're my woman Taking up my time Oh how could I ever allow I guess I wonder how I could get out a pocket for fun When you know that You're never number two Number one's gonna be number one
I'll be good I wish I could Get this message over to you now
When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person That you really are now I'll be so good I wish I could Get this message over to you now
Get this message over to you now I'll be so good I wish I could
