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                                                            True Men Don't Kill Coyotes lyrics

                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            Hoo, Lord !

                                                            Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills
                                                            The farther west, the farther out
                                                            Yeah, that's the way I feel
                                                            Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
                                                            I barbecue my meals

                                                            Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
                                                            Huh, Hollywood hills

                                                            Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills
                                                            Just don't show me anything
                                                            'cos that's the way I feel
                                                            Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
                                                            I barbecue my meals

                                                            Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
                                                            Huh, Hollywood hills

                                                            Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
                                                            He can taste his blood
                                                            An' blood never lies
                                                            Pale face die

                                                            True men don't kill coyotes
                                                            True men don't kill coyotes

                                                            Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills
                                                            The farther west, the farther out
                                                            Yeah, that's the way I feel
                                                            Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
                                                            I barbecue my meals

                                                            Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
                                                            Huh, Hollywood hills

                                                            Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
                                                            He can taste his blood
                                                            An' blood never lies
                                                            Pale face die

                                                            True men don't kill coyotes
                                                            True men don't...

                                                            Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills
                                                            Just don't tell me anything
                                                            'cos that's the way I feel
                                                            Well, I dig the dirt an' I dig the dust
                                                            I barbecue my meals

                                                            Ridin' wild on a paisley dragon
                                                            Through the Hollywood hills, yeah...
                                                            Huh, Hollywood hills

                                                            Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes
                                                            He can taste his blood
                                                            An' blood never lies
                                                            Pale face die

                                                            True men don't kill coyotes
                                                            True men don't...
                                                            True men don't kill coyotes
                                                            True men don't...
                                                            True men don't kill coyotes
                                                            True men don't...back to top
                                                            Baby Appeal lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket
                                                            I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
                                                            Excuse me mister, won't you hear my thought?
                                                            I play in a band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots
                                                            While I'm away, boy, I'm afraid not
                                                            I've got no time to flick and talk
                                                            But this baby rocked out on the spot
                                                            She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot
                                                            Her pop said no, but I just couldn't stop
                                                            The killer had a case of tod the rock

                                                            But here's a funky fact that I know is real,
                                                            The Red Hots have baby appeal
                                                            They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
                                                            I say the Peppers have baby appeal
                                                            The funk mobile is the one we wheel
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
                                                            We serve those tots in the funk mobile
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal

                                                            We stop the fire, we quench the heat
                                                            We groove the buttocks walking out in the street
                                                            'cos that's when in the store when who do we meet?
                                                            On a hop skip jump up a baby beat
                                                            She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet
                                                            The next thing you know was she got out of her bleat
                                                            Five thousand babies walkin' out in the street
                                                            Well, that's a serious sight for me and golly gee wizz!
                                                            I just can't tell ya how much we did
                                                            Rockin' right out for those itty bitty girls, right out

                                                            But here's a funky fact that I know is real,
                                                            The Red Hots have baby appeal
                                                            They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
                                                            I say the Peppers have baby appeal
                                                            The funk mobile is the one we wheel
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
                                                            We serve those tots in the funk mobile
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal, so get down!

                                                            Got the tunes in my pocket...
                                                            Baby appeal...
                                                            Rock out!...
                                                            Play the chili, play the chili, play the chili...
                                                            Yes, we're called the Red...Hots...

                                                            On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket
                                                            I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock
                                                            Excuse me mister, won't you hear my thought?
                                                            I play in a band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots
                                                            While I'm away, boy, I'm afraid not
                                                            I've got no time to flick and talk
                                                            But this baby rocked out on the spot
                                                            She was a shakin' and a kickin' and that did a bit of tot
                                                            Her pop said no, but I just couldn't stop
                                                            The killer had a case of tod the rock

                                                            But here's a funky fact that I know is real,
                                                            The Red Hots have baby appeal
                                                            They dig a funky speil, they'll make some speil
                                                            I say the Peppers have baby appeal
                                                            The funk mobile is the one we wheel
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal
                                                            We serve those tots in the funk mobile
                                                            I'm overjoyed, we have baby appealback to top
                                                            Buckle Down lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            Hah!
                                                            On the ice
                                                            No holdin'
                                                            My soul
                                                            I want men
                                                            Not mice
                                                            No stoppin'
                                                            My throw

                                                            Hah!
                                                            Get this!
                                                            Reds are
                                                            Back bills
                                                            Work
                                                            Or play ball
                                                            Or just turn me loose

                                                            I know what's fight, in life, you better buckle down
                                                            Don't give up your fight, in life, you better buckle down
                                                            Two days with might, in life, you better buckle down
                                                            Leave dreams tonight, in life, you better buckle down
                                                            'Cos I know what's right!

                                                            (REPEAT EVERYTHING)

                                                            I know, I know, I know what's right!
                                                            I know, I know, I know what's right!
                                                            I know, I know, I know what's right!
                                                            I know, I know, I know what's right!back to top
                                                            Get Up And Jump lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Get up and jump, get up and jump, get up, get up, get up and jump
                                                            Jump on up
                                                            Jump on down
                                                            Just jump a jump a jump a jump a jump around
                                                            Jump the day away
                                                            Jump all over town
                                                            'cos jumpin' is O.K. in a jumpin' kinda way, hey hey!

                                                            Jump a boy
                                                            Jump a girl
                                                            Jump a rope
                                                            Jump for joy
                                                            Just don't stop jumpin'
                                                            Keep your heart muscle pumpin'
                                                            Hillel be jumpin' on that little baby frumpkin
                                                            Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?

                                                            When you're just standing or sitting still
                                                            Think about the frogs gettin' a thrill
                                                            Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
                                                            Don't you know they're jumpin' foos, jump you!

                                                            Jump a nun
                                                            Jump a Jack
                                                            Jump for fun
                                                            Jump back
                                                            How's about us jumpin' in the sack?
                                                            And now, it's time for a jump attack

                                                            Get up and jump (X8)

                                                            Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
                                                            To the tune of slima Billy
                                                            Lookin' like you're mighty silly
                                                            Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
                                                            Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?

                                                            Mister Mexican jumpin' bean knows
                                                            His fun is skeaky clean
                                                            Christ, how'd ya think that he got so clean?
                                                            Not from sittin' on his goddamn spleen. Get up!

                                                            Oh, I be jumpin' I be jumpin' I be jumpin' alone
                                                            I be jumpin' for the phone
                                                            I be jumpin' Misses Jones
                                                            I really wanna jump on Kinski's bones

                                                            Get up and jump (X8)

                                                            Get up and jump (X8)

                                                            Jam Bob, Jim Bob, Slim Bob Boogie
                                                            To the tune of slima Billy
                                                            Lookin' like you're mighty silly
                                                            Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?
                                                            Say what, You got a pumpkin in your pants?back to top
                                                            Why Don't You Love Me lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            Why don't you love me like you used to do?
                                                            How come you treat me like a worn out shue
                                                            My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
                                                            So why don't you love me like you used to do?

                                                            Why don't you spot me like you used to do?
                                                            When you whisper sweet nothings like you used to do
                                                            I'm the same old trouble that you've always been through
                                                            So why don't you love me like you used to do?

                                                            Why don't you be the way you used to be?
                                                            How come you fight so many fights with me
                                                            Somebody changed, so lemme give you a clue
                                                            Why don't you love me like you used to do?

                                                            Why don't you say the things you used to say?
                                                            How come you treat me like a piece of clay
                                                            My hair's still curly and my eyes are still blue
                                                            So why don't you love me like you used to do?

                                                            You can't keep a lovin' and a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why...
                                                            We don't get near or further closer land of country mouths

                                                            I don't love like a huggin' and a kissin' and I don't know why...
                                                            We don't get near or further closer land of country mouths
                                                            Take the ball...

                                                            (REPEAT EVERYTHING EXCEPT LAST LINE)back to top
                                                            Green Heaven lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            About this planet, there is something I know
                                                            There's a very big difference between above and below
                                                            A friend foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor
                                                            Let your spirit fly away like the soul of a crow

                                                            Here, above land, man has laid his plan
                                                            And yes, it does include the Ku Klux Klan
                                                            We got a government so twisted and bent
                                                            Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent
                                                            We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution
                                                            Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution
                                                            Not to mention hard-core chemical pollution
                                                            If you think you're just away, you're in a mental institution
                                                            And that's a heart felt shame
                                                            'Cos everyone's crazy, everyone's the same
                                                            So, why should only Larry, Curly and Moe be to blame?

                                                            Time now to take you to a different place
                                                            Where peace lovin' whales flow through liquid outer space
                                                            A groovin' and a gliddin' as graceful as lace
                                                            A never losing touch with the ocean's embrace
                                                            Diviner than the dolphin, that there is none
                                                            'Cause dolphins just-a like to have a lot of fun
                                                            No one tells 'em how their life is run
                                                            And no one points at them with a gun
                                                            They have a lot of love for every living creature
                                                            The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature
                                                            They be movin' in schools but everyone's the teacher
                                                            Someday mister dolphin, I know I'm go'n to meet you

                                                            Back to the land of the police man
                                                            Where he does whatever he says he can
                                                            Including hating you because you're a Jew
                                                            Or beating black ass, that's nothing new
                                                            Trigger happy cops, they just like to brawl
                                                            They use guns, clubs, gas, but that's not all
                                                            They got puke, ridden prisons and sex sick jails
                                                            Fuck the poor, if you're rich you pay the bail
                                                            So support your police, support your local wars
                                                            That's the way to open economic doors
                                                            Why do we do it? 'Cause the president's a whore
                                                            We assume the position to sell the ammunition
                                                            What the fuck? It's the american tradition
                                                            Along with going fishin' apple pies in the kitchen
                                                            Isn't it bitchin' seeing dead men in ditches?back to top
                                                            Mommy Where's Daddy
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            Mommy, where's daddy?
                                                            Mommy, where's daddy?

                                                            Right here, girl...
                                                            Sweet thing, you look so sad
                                                            Cheer up, don't you know your dad is bad
                                                            Give daddy a kiss, girl
                                                            Oh, dad

                                                            There ain't no problem I can't face, 'cos
                                                            Your daddy's got a bigger bag of tricks
                                                            Give daddy a kiss, girl
                                                            Oh, dad

                                                            Mommy, where's daddy?
                                                            Mommy, where's daddy?

                                                            Come on, sit on your daddy's lap 'cos
                                                            I'm the one who pats your back
                                                            Give daddy a kiss, girl
                                                            Oh, dad

                                                            Lemme see now where to begin
                                                            Lemme start by tuckin' you in
                                                            Give daddy a kiss, girl
                                                            Oh, dad

                                                            Mommy, where's daddy?back to top
                                                            Out In L.A.
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            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. is 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 is Flea
                                                            Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
                                                            But he never met the Tree so he never be-bopped out hop!

                                                            Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
                                                            Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
                                                            He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
                                                            And between his legs was a sweat young lass

                                                            He threw a hundred women up against the wall
                                                            And he swore to fear that he'd love 'em all
                                                            By the time he got to ninety nine, he had to stop
                                                            Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone

                                                            Last night and the night before, I heard a
                                                            Fop outside, then I came in doors
                                                            Freak 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 Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs the yang
                                                            And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', 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!back to top
                                                            Police Helicopter lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics

                                                            Aw!

                                                            Police helicopter shot the sky
                                                            Police helicopter landin' on my eye

                                                            Yeah!

                                                            Police helicopter takes a nose-dive
                                                            Police helicopter, he ain't shy

                                                            Yeah!

                                                            (REPEAT EVERYTHING)

                                                            Aaw!back to top
                                                            You Always Sing lyrics
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics


                                                            You always sing
                                                            You always sing the
                                                            You always sing the same

                                                            (REPEAT EVERYTHING 6 TIMES)back to top
                                                            Grand Pappy Du Plenty
                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics
                                                            (MUSICAL ONLY)



                                                            Music and Lyrics By Michael Balzary, Anthony Kiedis,
                                                            Hillel Slovak and Jack Irons


                                                            Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics
                                                            Album: Red Hot Chili Peppers [1984]
                                                            Tracks 11
                                                            01 True Men Don't Kill Coyotes
                                                            02 Baby Appeal
                                                            03 Buckle Down
                                                            04 Get Up And Jump
                                                            05 Why Don't You Love Me
                                                            06 Green Heaven
                                                            07 Mommy Where's Daddy
                                                            08 Out In L.A.
                                                            09 Police Helicopter
                                                            10 You Always Sing
                                                            11 Grand Pappy Du Plenty
                                                            [All Red Hot Chili Peppers lyrics at http://liriksemualagu.blogspot.com]
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