Álbum The Red Hot Chili Peppers de Red Hot Chili Peppers - Canciones

The Red Hot Chili Peppers

1984 |

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True Men Don't Kill Coyotes
Baby AppealVer letra

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On the city streets, I got the tunes in my box
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
Out of my way boy, I'm afraid not
I've got no time to think and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that itty bitty tot
Her pop said no, but she just couldn't stop
The kid had a case of toddler the rock

But here's a funky fact that I know is real,
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, yea it makes them squeal
The Chili Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we reel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal

We stroke the fire, we crank the heat
4 groove dog brothers funkin' out in the street
Rockin'up a storm when who do we meet?
But the hop, skip, jump, bumpin' baby de beat
She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet
The next thing you know she called out her fleet
Five thousand babies rockin' out in the street
That's a serious sight I mean golly gee whiz!
I just can't tell you how much we dig
Rockin' out for those itty bitty kids

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 them squeal
The Chili Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we reel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal, so get down!

Got the tunes in my box...
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 box
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
Out of my way boy, I'm afraid not
I've got no time to think and talk
But this baby rocked out on the spot
She was a shakin' and a kickin' and itty bitty tot
Her pop said no, but I just couldn't stop
The kid had a case of toddler the rock

But here's a funky fact that I know is real,
The Red Hots have baby appeal
They dig a funky speil, yea it makes some squeal
I say the Peppers have baby appeal
The funk mobile is the one we reel
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal
I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
Buckle DownVer letra

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Hot
Off the ice
No hole in
My soul
We're men
Not mice
No stoppin'
My role

Hot
Yeah twist
Red star
Black fist
Work
Or play ball
Just turn me loose

I know what's right, in life, you better buckle down
Don't give up the fight, in life, you better buckle down
Trail blaze with might, in life, you better buckle down
Live dreams tonight, in life, you better buckle down
Cause I know what's right!

(Repeat everything)

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!
Get Up and JumpVer letra

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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)

Jama Boba, Jima Boba, Slima Boba 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)

Jama Boba, Jima Boba, Slima Boba 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?
Why Don't You Love Me (Like You Used To Do)
Green HeavenVer letra

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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 a different way, 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 glidin' 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 a teacher
Someday mister dolphin, I know I'm goin' 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?
Mommy Where's Daddy
Out in L.A.Ver letra

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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.'s 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's Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop
But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!

Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
He wore a cold paisley jacket and a hellified ass
And between his legs was a cock suckin' lass

He threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd fuck 'em all

By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
Because that's when he thought that he heard a FOP!

Last night and the night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Rock 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 Sherm zee, he swings the yang, he bangs the
Yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his thang, 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!
Police HelicopterVer letra

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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!

(Repeat everything)

Aaw!
You Always Sing The Same
Grand Pappy Du Plenty