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Red Hot Chili Peppers
Red Hot Chili Peppers


Background information
Origin Los Angeles, California, U.S.
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Funk Rock
Years active 1983—present
Label(s) EMI Music
Associated acts John Frusciante
Ataxia
Swahili Blonde
Atoms for Peace
Chickenfoot
Chad Smith's Bombastic Meatbats
Dot Hacker
What Is This?
Thelonious Monster
Jane's Addiction
The Mars Volta
The Bicycle Thief
Eleven
Fishbone
Pearl Jam
Website Website
Members
Anthony Kiedis
Flea
Chad Smith
Josh Klinghoffer
Former members
John Frusciante
Dave Navarro
Jesse Tobias
Arik Marshall
D.H. Peligro
DeWayne "Blackbyrd" McKnight
Hillel Slovak
Jack Irons
Cliff Martinez
Jack Sherman



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Red Hot Chili Peppers Album


The Abbey Road E.P. (1988)
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Well alright,
Now dig this!

You don't care for me I don't care about that
You got a new fool Hah! I like it like that
I have only one burning desire
Oh, can I make love with your fire?

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah,

Now listen to this baby
And stop acting so crazy

You say your mom ain't home Ain't my concern
Just don't play with me And you won't get burned
I have only one burning desire
Oh, I'm gonna, me, do it in your fire

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh, Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh yeah,

Oh move over over...
And let Mr Huckleberry take over...
You know he's bad, you know he drowns, you know who he gives it to...Yeah!

That's right...
Now dig this!

You try to give me your money
You better save it Babe
Save it for your rainy day
I have only one burning desire
Oh, can I make love over your fire?

Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Funky Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire
Oh, Funky fire...
Let me stand next to your fire

You better slide you ass over, girl
'Cos I'm coming through once and I'm coming the way you must be...

. . .



Someone spilled blood many years ago
someone spilled blood but do you know
that from the backwoods
where the Chuck Berrys grow
come your long tall
daddies of a rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
take me to your backwoods now

Spinning' down from the clouds
like a tornado
spinnin' out of control
like a psychedelic soul
with a rhythm hittin' harder
than Larry Holmes
come your long tall
daddies of rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
take me to your backwoods now

Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
play the lickity split finger licking licks
for all you wicked city slick chicks

and all you nitty gritty hick
we'll make your nipples ripple
make you wanna dip your dipple
make you wanna soak your hickory stick
because my man has a grip on it
and I do mean on it
which brings to mind
a very sinister minister kind of guy
a man named Little Richard
born to make them bitches stir
that's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
from the middle of your hillbilly lips
and like the farmer milk his cow
the Howling Wolf will howl
and since times does allow
you all can

Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now

. . .



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 !

. . .


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 broherland
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


. . .



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...

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