Out In L.A.

Album: Red Hot Chili Peppers (1984)
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  • 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
    'cause 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! Writer/s: ANTHONY KIEDIS, MICHAEL BALZARY
    Publisher: Hipgnosis Songs Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 5

  • Luna Loud from Royal Woods, MichiganI think it's awesome that Hillel and I have/had the same guitar. While I normally play my purple Dimebag Dean guitar, I own a similar, maybe the exact guitar Hillel used: Fender Stratocaster with sunburst rosewood body, white pick guard, and mahogany neck. For whatever reason (I think because mahogany wood is too expensive or in short supply nowadays) they don't make Strat's with mahogany necks anymore. My axe is probably worth a lot, but I'm never gonna sell it. I got it from a fallen friend and I hold it near and dear. Hopefully my friend and Hillel are jammin' out in Rock n' Roll heaven.
  • Zero from The Abyss, NjCould someone maybe post the original lyrics, if possible?
  • Dan from Tinley Park, Ilyoud better be burnin, sherman!
  • Mischa from Winnipegyour right the demo is mind-blowing... but the album version is lame.... "he swings the yang, he bangs the yang And now, it's time to hear him do his thang"...? dissapointing haha
  • Brian from Winchester, Mathe demo is mind-blowing
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