Apache Rose Peacock

Apache Rose Peacock - Red Hot Chili Peppers (紅辣椒樂隊)

Sitting on a sack of beans

Sitting down in New Orleans

You wouldn't believe what I've seen

Sitting on that sack of beans

Lunatics on pogo sticks

Another southern fried freak on a crucifix

Hicks don't mix with politics

People on the street just kicking to the licks

Yes my favorite place to be

Is not a land called Honah Lee

Mentally or physically

I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh good brother just when I thought

That I had seen it all

My eyes popped out

My dick got hard

And I dropped my jaw

I saw a bird walking down the block

Name Apache Rose Peacock

I could not speak I was in shock

I told my knees to please not knock

Yes my favorite place to be

Is not a land called Honah Lee

Mentally or physically

I wanna be in New Orleans

A little boy came along

Name of Louis Armstrong

Said that girl who left me silly

She liked the looks of me and my willy

So I found her in the quarter

Good God how I adored her

Oh she made me feel so cozy

When she told me I could call her Rosey

I kiss your hair your skin so bare

I'll take you with me girl anywhere

You fare well in stormy weather

I never met a girl that I like better

Twinkle twinkle little star

Shining down on my blue car

Driving down the boulevard

She was soft and I was hard

Apache Rose gotta rocking peacock

Hottest a** on the goddamn block

Rocking to the beat of the funcky a** meters

She has one of those built in heaters

I kiss your hair your skin so bare

I'll take you with me girl anywhere

You fare well in stormy wheater

I never met a girl that I like better

Voodoo gurus casting their spells

Cockatoo drag queens shaking their bells

Silver sound escapes the trumpet

Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken strut your butt let's rock

Getting it on under your frock

Flowing like a flame all through the night

My girl's insane but it's all right

Yes my favorite place to be

Is not a land called Honah Lee

Mentally or physically

I wanna be in New Orleans