Apache Rose Peacock — текст песни (Red Hot Chili Peppers)

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 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 wheater
I never met a girl that I like 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` peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin` to the beat of the funcky ass 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 shakin` their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it

Chicken strut your butt 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