Out In L.A.

(album: The Red Hot Chili Peppers - 1984)

We're all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA

LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a cotton-picking 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
Alike dump on a thumb
Pop hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action never stops, I'm as wild as can be
Because I'm shooting for the top, and my best friend's a Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
But he never met the tree, so he never bebopped, hop out

Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
Wore a cold paisley jacket and a hella fine ass
In between his legs was a sweet young lass
Threw a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear that he'd love them all
By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop
'Cause that's when he thought that he heard a fop

Last night and the night before
I heard a fop outside, then I
Came indoors! Rock out!

Now that I told ya something about the Flea
Something 'bout the Tree
A little something 'bout me
I can't leave you hanging 'bout my man Sherm Zee
He swings the yin, 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 living in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place called LA
Step out!