1. _ Why Don't You Love Me
Why don't you love me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shue My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue So why don't you love me like you used to do? Why don't you spot me like you used to do? When you whisper sweet nothings like you used to do I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through So why don't you love me like you used to do? Why don't you be the way you used to be? How come you fight so many fights with me Somebody changed, so lemme give you a clue Why don't you love me like you used to do? Why don't you say the things you used to say? How come you treat me like a piece of clay My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue So why don't you love me like you used to do? You can't keep a lovin' and a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why... We don't get near or further closer land of country mouths I don't love like a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why... We don't get near or further closer land of country mouths Take the ball... (REPEAT EVERYTHING EXCEPT LAST LINE) more free lyrics |
2. _ Baby Appeal
On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket 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 While I'm away, boy, I'm afraid not I've got no time to flick and talk But this baby rocked out on the spot She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot Her pop said no, but I just couldn't stop The killer had a case of tod the rock 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 some speil I say the Peppers have baby appeal The funk mobile is the one we wheel I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal We serve those tots in the funk mobile I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal We stop the fire, we quench the heat We groove the buttocks walking out in the street 'cos that's when in the store when who do we meet? On a hop skip jump up a baby beat She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet The next thing you know was she got out of her bleat Five thousand babies walkin' out in the street Well, that's a serious sight for me and golly gee wizz! I just can't tell ya how much we did Rockin' right out for those itty bitty girls, right out 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 some speil I say the Peppers have baby appeal The funk mobile is the one we wheel I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal We serve those tots in the funk mobile I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal, so get down! Got the tunes in my pocket... 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 pocket 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 While I'm away, boy, I'm afraid not I've got no time to flick and talk But this baby rocked out on the spot She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot Her pop said no, but I just couldn't stop The killer had a case of tod the rock 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 some speil I say the Peppers have baby appeal The funk mobile is the one we wheel I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal We serve those tots in the funk mobile I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal more free lyrics |
3. _ Mommy Where's Daddy
Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy, where's daddy?
Right here, girl...
Sweet thing, you look so sad
Cheer up, don't you know your dad is bad
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad
There ain't no problem I can't face, 'cos
Your daddy's got a bigger bag of tricks
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad
Mommy, where's daddy?
Mommy, where's daddy?
Come on, sit on your daddy's lap 'cos
I'm the one who pats your back
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad
Lemme see now where to begin
Lemme start by tuckin' you in
Give daddy a kiss, girl
Oh, dad
Mommy, where's daddy?
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4. _ Get Up And Jump
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 'cos 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? more free lyrics |
5. _ You Always Sing
You always sing You always sing the You always sing the same (REPEAT EVERYTHING 6 TIMES) more free lyrics |
6. _ Out In L.A.
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. is 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 is Flea Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop! Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat And between his legs was a sweat young lass He threw a hundred women up against the wall And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone Last night and the night before, I heard a Fop outside, then I came in doors Freak 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 Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yang And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', 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! more free lyrics |
7. _ Buckle Down
Hah! On the ice No holdin' My soul I want men Not mice No stoppin' My throw Hah! Get this! Reds are Back bills Work Or play ball Or just turn me loose I know what's fight, in life, you better buckle down Don't give up your fight, in life, you better buckle down Two days with might, in life, you better buckle down Leave dreams tonight, in life, you better buckle down 'Cos 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! more free lyrics |
8. _ Soul To Squeeze
I got a bad disease, Up from my brain is where I bleed. In sanity it seems, Is got me by my soul to squeeze. Well all the love from me, With all these dying trees I scream. The Angels in my dreams, have turned to demons of greed, That's me. Where I go I just don't know, I got to, got to, gotta take it slow. When I find my piece of mind, I'm gonna give you some of my good time. Today loves smile on me, It took away my pain, said please All that you ride is free, You gotta let it be, Oh ya. Where I go I just don't know, I got to, gotta, gotta take it slow. When I find my piece of mind, I'm gonna give you some of my good time. You're so polite indeed, Well I got everything I need. Oh make my days a breeze, And take away my self destruction. It's bitter baby, And it's very sweet. I'm on a rollercoaster, but I'm on my feet. Take me to the river, Let me on your shore. I be coming back baby, I be coming back for more. Doo doo doo doo dingle zing a dong bone, ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad, like an apple gift but i went out and never said my pleasures I'm much better but I won't regret it never Where I go I just dont't know, I got to, got to, gotta take it slow. When I find my piece of mind, I'm gonna give you some of my good time. Where I go I just don't know, I might end up somewhere in Mexico. When I find my piece of mind, I'm gonna keep for the end of time! more free lyrics |
9. _ Police Helicopter
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! more free lyrics |
10. _ True Men Don't Kill Coyotes
Hoo, Lord ! 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... more free lyrics |
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11. _ Grand Pappy Du Plenty
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12. _ Police Helicoptor
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!
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!
Aaw!
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13. _ Mommy, Where's Daddy?
Mommy, where's daddy? Mommy, where's daddy? Right here, girl... Sweet thing, you look so sad Cheer up, don't you know your dad is bad Give daddy a kiss, girl Oh, dad There ain't no problem I can't face, 'cos Your daddy's got a bigger bag of tricks Give daddy a kiss, girl Oh, dad Mommy, where's daddy? Mommy, where's daddy? Come on, sit on your daddy's lap 'cos I'm the one who pats your back Give daddy a kiss, girl Oh, dad Lemme see now where to begin Lemme start by tuckin' you in Give daddy a kiss, girl Oh, dad Mommy, where's daddy? more free lyrics |
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