Red Hot Chili Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock lyrics

Sittin' on a sack of beans Sittin' 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 kickin' 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 tought That I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my dick got hard And I dropped my jaw I saw a bird walkin' down the block Name Apache Rose Peaco*k 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 liked better Twinkle twinkle little star Shining down on my blue car Drivin' down the boulevard She was soft and I was hard Apache Rose gotta rockin' peaco*k Hottest a** on the goddamn block Rockin' to the beat of the funky 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 weather I never met a girl that I like better Voodoo gurus casting their spells co*katoo drag queens shakin' their bells Silver sound escapes the trumpet Watch your leg someone might hump it Chicken strut your bu*t let's rock Gettin' 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