Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
All you slingers and fiends
Hide behind your rocks Put down your guard I'm not here to box
This is no showdown So throw down your guns You see it doesn't
matter Where you come from You could be from Park Ave Or from
a park bench You could be a politician Or a bitchy princess
But if you're lookin' for a fist And you're lookin' to unite
Put your knuckleheads together Make a fist and fight Not to
your death And not to your grave I'm talkin' 'bout that freedom
Fight like a brave
Chorus : Fight like a brave - Don't be a
slave No one can tell you you've got to be afraid
If you're
sick-a-sick'n'tired Of being sick and tired If you're sick of all
the bullshit And you're sick of all the lies It's better late than
never To set-a-set it straight You know the lie is dead So
give yourself a break Get it through your head Get it off your
chest Get it out your arm Because it's time to start fresh You
want to stop dying The life you could be livin' I'm here to tell a
story But I'm also here to listen No I'm not your preacher And
I'm not your physician I'm just trying to reach you I'm a rebel
with a mission
Chorus
Chorus
I'm here today to pump up
the uplift mofo party plan A plan based on a band, a band based on a
plan There should be no.....in the land of lands It's a hollywood
jam
You say you're running and you're running And you're
running afraid You say you ran across the planet But you couldn't
get away The fire in your brain Was driving you insane You
were looking for a day In a life that never came So don't tell me
that I've got to take a number 'Cause I've been to that doctor
And believe me that's a bummer Here's a one of a kind
Convention of the mind And don't forget to mention That it
doesn't cost a dime Come as you like And leave any time And
one more thing You know it doesn't have to rhyme
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Funky Crime
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Why do you do what you do I
do what I want to do Who said you could do what you do I told you
who told me to I do what I want to do I do what I want to do
Chorus : Funky crime funky crime Don't you know funk's
color blind Well I've committed a funky crime Against a state of
mind
Hey you mister interview I don't have to answer you
This is what I grew into Don't judge me and my soul stew Cause
funk is my attitude Funk is my attitude
Chorus
Barriers of race In the media take place Tellin' you there
is no room For what you do, don't budge There's no groove to your
gloom Who made you the judge Always room for funky tunes And
yes I funk it up Funk it up!
Funky boy meets a funky girl
make it funky, baby cause the funk is crazy
Why do you do
what you do I do what I want to do Who said you could do what you
do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do what
I want to do
Chorus
Funky crime Funky crime Funky
funky crime The crime is funky
Me & My Friends
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my, me and my friends (x4)
Like two sweet peas In
an even sweeter pod That's my friend And my friends's named Bob
Like the devil knows hell I know Bob well Well enough to tell
you 'Bout his 67 smells Well enough to tell you He's a
hell-a-swell fellow Well enough to tell you That we know each
other better Than we know our selves Like freaks of a feather
We rock together I know Bobby well But I think he knows me
better
Me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my, me and my
friends (x4)
He's as close to me As a friend can be I'll
be standin' by my Buddy He'll be standin' by me Just another half
of The two headed freak But I need him like My heart needs to
beat At this point In this friendly verse I've got to sing a
little something That I haven't rehearsed It's about my man
And his name is Hillel For who my love Is woul brother sacred
Take it Huckleberry Slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my,
me and my Me and my, me and my friends (x2)
Jacky's eyes are
closed But he's right on course Because he's guided by The
invisible force He drives a kooky green Chrysler Bad as anybody's
Porsche He's a working class drummer He's as strong as a horse
Me and my, me and my, me and my Me and my, me and my friends
(x4)
Backwoods
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Someone spilled blood many
years ago Someone spilled blood but do you know That from the
backwoods where the Chuck Berrys grow Come your long tall daddies of a
rock and roll
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your
backwoods now
Spinnin' down from the clouds like a tornado
Spinnin' out of control like a psychedelic soul With a rhythm
hittin' harder than Larry Holmes Come your long tall daddies of rock
and roll
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your
backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your
backwoods now
Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley Hit sippin'
a bottle of nickle ripple Play the lickity split finger lickin licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick Because my man has a grip
on it And I do mean on it Which brings to mind A very sinister
minister kind of guy A man named Little Richard Born to make them
bitches stir That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip From
the middle of your hillbilly lips And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl And since time does allow You all
can take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods
Skinny Sweaty Man
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Flashin' lots of cash and
spendin' lots-o-loot He's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at
the booth Across the dance floor he does scoot He's the skinny
sweaty man in the green suit
The caboose that could he goes toot
toot Been known to gag and sometimes puke A very good friend of
granny goose He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in a green suit
He's half man and half
cartoon But good Buddy don't be confused He's full blooded looney
tune He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Face to face
with the man in the moon His family doctor is doctor Seuss If you
catch him in your soup please don't shoot He's the skinny sweaty man
in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in a green suit
He was
new in town A free wheelin' clown A funny young duke Hangin'
under the roof Of a place in time United sound
He'll play
a little guitar sing a few blues He's the kind-a-guy that you can't
refuse Despite the fact that he's no brute He's the skinny sweaty
man in the green suit
Strike the magic groove make him jerk and
move Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots Coming soon to
a theatre near you He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Skinny sweaty man in a green suit
Behind The Sun
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
One day while bathing in the
sea My talking dolphin spoke to me He spoke to me in symphony
From freedom's peace beneath the sea He looked to me eyes full of
love Said yes we live behind the sun
Behind the sun (x3)
The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart of
the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun
Now
while I shower in the rain I watch my dolphin swim away The one
who listens to the surf Can feel the pulse beat of the earth And
like my dolphin swims so free The sun does swim into the sea
Behind the sun (x4)
An island flying through the sky
One day your son might ask you why And if your son should be a
girl She too might ask you of this world The sun shines sweet upon
your beach And yes my dolphin loves to teach
Behind the sun
(x3) The sun goes up And the sun gets down But like the heart
of the sun My heart continues to pound Behind the sun
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Johnny's in the basement mixing
up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, Says he's got a
bad cough : wants to get it paid off
God knows when but you're
doin' it again ! You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new
friend The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen Wants eleven
dollar bills : you only got ten
Chorus : Look out, kid Look
out, kid, because it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, because
they keep it all hid
Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black
soot Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but The phone's
tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say They must bust in early may
orders from the D.A.
Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose Keep a
clean nose, watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man to
know which way the wind blows
Chorus
Looks to me like you
did A little too much hittin' kid You should 've took it to the
bridge Before you started to skid Look out, kid The good god
willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan Chillin' em, thrillin' em, and red
hot killin' em Killin' em
Get sick, get well, hand around a
ink well Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell Try
hard, get barred, get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail, join
the army, if you fail
But users, cheaters, six time losers
Hand around the theatres Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new
fool Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
Chorus
Chorus
Special Secret Song Inside
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Well, my young lady, she lives
three houses away She claims that she can hear moaning and screaming
To me fuckin' you every night Well, let me say "hey"
I
want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your
pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your
pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Struck by lust in a telephone booth
Busted by a cop, he said "That's uncool" He said that he hears
moaning and screeming To me fuckin' you every night Well, let me
say "hey"
I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party
on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want
to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
I want to party on your
pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your
pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy
I want to party on
your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on
your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on
your little pussy, girl I want to party on your pussy
Let me
shine your diamond The girl got a scratch Slap that cat Have
mercy
I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on,
party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to
party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
No Chump Love Sucker
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
She's a witch, a brat, a
bonafide bore What's more - she snores and that is a fact Cow eyes
lie, yes it's time to resist How did I ever get into this How
could I ever have kissed that bitch So what if she's got big tits
She's the kinda girl Who changas her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who Won't just let things sit
She
came like a cat, like a cat to cat nop She came in my lap with her
womanly hips When I first met her, I came unglued I played the
part of a blueblooded fool I'm through with your sewage, I'm through
with your trash I always knew that I'd get the last laugh
She's the kinda girl Who changas her mind really quick
She's the kinda girl who Won't just let things sit
Like
two trains on one track bound for a crash Two red white and blues, we
were destined to clash I can't fix the future, I can't change the past
Like fly by night news we were not meant to last I'm through with
your bluefish, I'm through with your gash I'm through being screwed
with by you and your wack attack
Jump back for chump love You
won't be back for cover But no no no no I'm no chump love sucker
No chump love sucker, no chump love sucker No chump love sucker,
no chump love sucker
No chump love sucker
I though that
your love was a matter of fact But I lost my pride when I realized
that The smack in my bag and my baseball bat Was all you were
after. Boys "you dirty rat" She's a bitch and a brat and a living
disaster She thought she was fast but I was faster
No chump
love sucker, no chump love sucker (x4)
Walkin' On Down The Road
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Well I'm walking on down the
road But it can't be heaven 'Cause the streets aren't gold And
everybody knows what Bobby D was told I'm walkin' on down the road
Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb 'Cause trust is a
must to be a true blue dude That's a matter of fact don't be confused
Everybody knows true friends are few
Everybody come in,
everybody sing, sing my song Everybody knows, everybody things that
I've done wrong Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song
Well I'm walking on down the road But it can't be heaven
'Cause the streets aren't gold And everybody knows what Bobby D
was told I'm walkin' on down the road
A like a momma bear hugs
her baby bear cubs A dude he can't lose when he lives on love Like
the bark on a tree, like the skin on my knees I'm standin' by my blood
Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song Everybody
knows, everybody things that I've done wrong Everybody come in,
everybody sing, sing my song
Everybody come in, everybody sing,
sing my song Everybody knows, everybody things that I've done wrong
Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song
Well I'm
walking on down the road But it can't be heaven 'Cause the streets
aren't gold And everybody knows what Bobby D was told I'm walkin'
on down the road I'm walkin' on down the road I'm walkin' on down
the road
Love Trilogy
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
My love comes, and when it does
It's a crazy kind of selective affection My love flows lika a wize
guy's tie In the zanniest of directions My love protection, my
love erection You better get some of my infection My love can
be-a-bigger than the hoover dam My love can hide behind a grain of
sand My love for life is fueled by the love for my man I love his
mother and the silly mystic man Some people think he's bad they say he
doesn't laugh And ask my dad
My love is death to appartheid
rule My love is deepest depth the ocean blues My love is the zulu
groove My love is keep it or move My love is a laughin' boozed
My love is the pussy juice My love can't be refused My love is
gettin' my food My love My love
My love began from love
My love for an unknown grubby bum My love for the baby suckin' on
his thumb My love for the best set of buns My love for the feal of
the drums My love for a butter knuckle hands My love for the
sweedes in the bad My love for the legs that I spin My love for
the fat mingy My love My love
My love is my gross
innerself My love is my dick in my head My love is my gross
innerself My love is my dick in my head
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
Anthony Kiedis, Flea,
Hillel Slovak et Jack Irons.
Welcome friends to my thoughts
of when The fax City 4 were four young men Time has come, now we
jam With the Uplift Mofo Party Plan We're the Organic Anti-Beat
Box Band
One comes from the Holy Land Another was born an
Australian Me, I'm from Michigan But Hollywood is the land of
lands It's a Hollywood jam
We represent the Hollywood kids
Hollywood is where we live We represent the Hollywood kids
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
Life is grand in the land of lands
The mind does boggle, the mind expands The anarchy 4 have manned
their craft Get on your knees and shake your ass To the jam that
is
We don't ask, we demand That you and your clan Listen
now to this jam To the power of the drummers bad It's a Hollywood
jam
We represent the Hollywood kids Hollywood is where we live
We represent the Hollywood kids Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
There's a party in my town at 12:00 There's a party that's
rockin' down to the rock I've got nothin' against hip-hop But
there's a party in my town and No Beat Box Jam that is
The
party's got girls and the girls got hot The party's got boys and the
boys got socks Something popped the doors unlocked House got up
ran around the block Sit down house, take off your blouse
We
represent the Hollywood kids Hollywood is where we live Any good
friend of the Lollypop Kids Over the rainbow with the Wiz We
represent the Hollywood kids Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
With
the Organic Anti-Beat Box Band You just might slam dance that is
It's a Hollywood jam
