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Deep inside the soul hole
Of Mother Earth Father Time came With a supersonic supersonic burst His soul monkey sperm tribes Racing to be first Her ruby fruit jungle Givin' bush baby bush baby birth The baby was a boy But I think what stunned her Is that this bare breasted baby Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder Crackin' from his thumb bone Came thelonious thunder Fill the sky with hellfire From way down down down under I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I get all the bush I can Erupting from the ground In hollywood he glowed His jungle turned to concrete His funk bone bone bone bone to stone Like a full blown volcano I must let it be known That through this boy's vein Atomic lava blood flows and flows His soul shocking sounds They make the mountains moan This boy's become a man It's time to take take take Take the throne I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I am a jungle man I get all the bush I can |
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| 2. |
| 5:03 |
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Take me back
Hold my hand All the way back To the brotherland Take me back I want to go back Take me back And my funky ass band All the way back To the brotherland Take me back I want to go As fast as I can Slidin' on back To the brotherland Now children Hollywood... I want to get up and go With my funky ass jams All the way back To the broherland Take me back I want to go back Hollywood... Where the women Is the women And the man Is the man I want to go As fast as I can Slidin' on back To the brotherland Now children |
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| 3. |
| 3:45 |
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Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam And the death of a race is a game Where seldom is heard A peacable word From the white trash Who killed as they came Though these words dig deep They offer no relief God save the queen I am an indian chief There is a secret I keep It's called the talking leaf And you better believe That he speaks his beliefs Like a rock that bleeds A sea of grief My talking leaf speaks of A wounded knee creek American ghost dance... A new man who is with old ways He walks the streets of life But he's in chains I'm alive he cried I can feel the flame Burning red inside I am an indian brave There is a memory That lives in my blood Of the brand you laid On all you touched But the burning flame Turns to burning pain Genuine genocide And that's truly insane So like a wild hurricane I will dance on the grave Of my race that died When it should have been saved American ghost dance... |
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| 4. |
| 4:07 |
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If you want me to stay
I'll be around today To be available for you to see I'm about to go there Then you'll know For me to stay here I've got to be me You'll never be in doubt That's what it's all about You can't take me for granted and smile Count the days I'm gone Forget reachin' me by phone 'Cause I promise I'll be gone for a while And when you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person That you really are now You got to get it straight How could I ever be late When you're my woman Taking up my time Oh how could I ever allow I guess I wonder how I could get out a pocket for fun When you know that You're never number two Number one's gonna be number one I'll be good I wish I could Get this message over to you now When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person That you really are now I'll be so good I wish I could Get this message over to you now Get this message over to you now I'll be so good I wish I could |
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| 5. |
| 2:48 |
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Nevermind the Pac Jam
Nevermind the Gap Band Nevermind the Zap Band Nevermind the Funk Scam 'Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind the British bands Nevermind the Synth Funk bands Nevermind the Wham Wham band Nevermind Duran Duran 'Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind the Soft Cell shit That's strictly for the twits Nevermind the Men At Work Those tunes are for the jerks 'Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind Hall and Oates Those guys are a couple of goats Nevermind the Culture Club That jive's just one big flub 'Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers |
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| 6. |
| 3:38 |
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Say it loud
I'm freaky styley And I'm proud ! |
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| 7. |
| 2:41 |
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Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream She's just made out of flesh and bones But let me tell you little boy You better leave her alone Leroy Brown thought he was bad too 'Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou She's the kind of girl She's built like a bomb She's the blackeyed blackeyed Blackeyed blonde, Get down ! That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox Heaten queen of sleeze she's hot to box But let me tell you little boy She'll clean your clock A slick and sly spy Stuck in the muck of the moat Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond She's the blackeyed blackeyed Blackeyed blonde, Get down ! |
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| 8. |
| 3:28 |
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Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap The cups went up like a natural fact It was our shoulder space That made the perfect place For the magic of the cup To style out with grace With a tight turn twist And a slight swerve swank The brothers cup kissed With a kick ass clank We are the brothers cup We like to get it up We are the brothers cup We like to get it up Give it up to this planet full of strife We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap The cups went up like a natural fact So love all your brothers And love all your sisters Love all the misses And love all the misters Don't be shy when you're sharin' your kisses The brothers cup kiss And we ain't sissies It is our notion that the perfect peace potion Can be found in the wake of the green sea's motion The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean Is the cradle of peace it's the perfect peace motion Give it up to this planet full of strife We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife With the power of the cup we are about to astound All your preconceptions they will come unbound We are the brothers cup coming to your town Bringing tubs of love we're going to spread it around |
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| 9. |
| 1:54 |
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Three miles off the coast of Beirut
New Jersey's guns get ready to shoot Take a walk down the firing room Fire one it's shakedown cruise Battle ship battle ship See the sailor boys dressed in blue Cheer the change to make the news Send the shell down the spiral groove Bombs away it's a shakedown cruise Yeah Battle ship battle ship |
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| 10. |
| 0:37 |
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Loving and touching and
Laughing and squeezing and Walking and joking and Smiling and teasing Loving and kissing and Rubbing and scrubbing and Styling and slumming and Rolling and cumming I'll hold you a lifetime I'll love you forever I'll make you my wife and I'll never forget you I'll give you my smile On the face of your child I will give you my love I will give you my love Loving and touching and Loving and touching and Loving and touching and Loving and touching and Love |
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| 11. |
| 1:56 |
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Catholic school girls rule...
In the class she's taking notes Just how deep deep is my throat Mother Mary don't you know She's got eyes like Marylin Monroe Catholic school girls rule... From the cross she's raised her head This is what the sister said Give no love until you're wed Live no life until you're dead The good books says we must suppress The good books says we must confess But who cares what the good books says 'Cause now she's taking off her dress Catholic school girls rule... Lead us into temptation We are pure divine creation Talkin' about my generation Injected with the seed of emaculation Catholic ! |
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| 12. |
| 1:55 |
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Time to swing a little melody
To make you all feel something sexually And now we're gonna get it on in the groove The groove that makes those smooth hips move We are pumpin' that drivin' bad rythm To make those pretty little pussy lips schism Kissum kissum kissum In the mind is one design To make you feel fine Suckin' on mine with a 69 I'm inclined to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your brains out For the moment, come on now, make her shout Wish no aim to powered on out Pump that leman 'till it pouts Open your legs to the sensual sound With the beauty of the beat on your pretty wet mound I can tell you're like a horny bloodhound Feel the bass, hug the ground Just drop your knees and come unbound And now you make your mouth to get on down Our lust for notes will boil your blood When they slither and slide on under your hood Makin' me shoot my power packed pud Like a wild lady lovin' a viable stud Because of what is know as a juicy wet pud Gettin' it gettin' it gettin' it good In my head, as a hellified hum I take to rubbin' her on the bum Adjust the lips some on the tongue With my thumb I strum her plum Start to make her orgasm Tastes a little bit like, ooh, how rum Well I like to make her cum To the rythm of the drums Make cum, make cum, cum |
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| 13. |
| 0:15 |
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Thirty dirty birds
Sitting on a curb Chirping and burping And eating Dirty earthworms Along comes Herbie From thirty-third And third Saw the thirty Dirty birds Sitting on a curb Chirping and burping And eating Dirty earthworms Boy he was Disturbed |
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| 14. |
| 3:37 |
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On a far away island
Of Salamasond Yertle the turtle Was king of the pond A nice little pond It was clean it was neat The water was warm There was plenty to eat Until one day The king of them all Decided the kingdom He ruled was too small I'm a ruler of all that I see But I don't see enough And that's the trouble with me With this stone for a throne I am too low down I cannot look down Upon the places beyond So Yertle the turtle king Lifted his hand And Yertle the turtle king Lifted his hand He ordered all the turtles Onto one another's back He piled them high Into a ten turtle stack I'm Yertle the turtle The things I now rule I'm king of a cow I'm king of a mule Then down from below In the great turtle stack Came a burp from a plain Little turtle named Mack Just part of the throne This burpin' little turtle Looked up and said "I beg Your pardon king Yertle" I've pains in my back My shoulders and my knees How long must we stand Here your majesty "Silence !" the king of the Turtles barked back To the bad burpin' Little turtle named Mack I'm Yertle the turtle Oh marvelous me for I am ruler of all that I see Yertle, Yertle the turtle... Yertle, Yertle the turtle... |
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| 15. |
| 2:11 |
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Nevermind the Pac Jam Nevermind the Gap Band Nevermind the Zap Band Nevermind the Funk Scam Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind the British bands Nevermind the Synth Funk bands Nevermind the Wham Wham band Nevermind Duran Duran Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind the Soft Cell shit That's strictly for the twits Nevermind the Men At Work Those tunes are for the jerks Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers Nevermind Hall and Oates Those guys are a couple of goats Nevermind the Culture Club That jive's just one big flub Cause we're The Red Hot Chili Peppers |
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| 16. |
| 1:36 |
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Time to swing a little melody
To make you all feel something sexually And now we're gonna get it on in the groove The groove that makes those smooth hips move We are pumpin' that drivin' bad rythm To make those pretty little pussy lips schism Kissum kissum kissum In the mind is one design To make you feel fine Suckin' on mine with a 69 I'm inclined to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your brains out For the moment, come on now, make her shout Pump that leman 'till it pouts Open your legs to the sensual sound With the beauty of the beat on your pretty wet mound I can tell you're like a horny bloodhound Feel the bass, hug the ground Just drop your knees and come unbound And now you make your mouth to get on down Our lust for notes will boil your blood When they slither and slide on under your hood Makin' me shoot my power packed pud Like a wild lady lovin' a viable stud Because of what is know as a juicy wet pud Gettin' it gettin' it gettin' it good In my head, as a hellified hum I take to rubbin' her on the bum Adjust the lips some on the tongue With my thumb I strum her plum Start to make her orgasm Tastes a little bit like, ooh, how rum Well I like to make her cum To the rythm of the drums Make cum, make cum, cum |
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| 8:49 | 
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| 18. |
| 3:28 |
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