RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - Out in L.A. lyrics

rate me

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.'s 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's Flea

Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop

But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!

Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond

Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong

He wore a cold paisley jacket and a hellified ass

And between his legs was a cock suckin' lass

He threw a hundred women up against the wall

And he swore to fear that he'd fuck 'em all

By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop

Because that's when he thought that he heard a FOP!

Last night and the night before, I heard a

Fop outside, then I came in doors

Rock 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 Sherm zee, he swings the yang, he bangs the

yang

And now, it's time to hear him do his thang, 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!