Letra de Apache Rose Peacock - 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
[M1]
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 thought
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
[M1]
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
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Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey
[M2]
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� peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin� to the beat of the funky ass meters
She has one of those built in heaters
[M2]
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
[M1]