The Red Hot Chili Peppers es un álbum de Red Hot Chili Peppers, publicado en 1984. El disco incluye 11 canciones, entre ellas «True Men Don't Kill Coyotes», «Baby Appeal», «Buckle Down» y «Get Up and Jump».
Listado de Canciones
- True Men Don't Kill Coyotes
- Baby Appeal
Letra
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 Down
Letra
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 Jump
Letra
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 Heaven
Letra
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.
Letra
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 Helicopter
Letra
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