Fight Like a Brave
All you slingers and fiendshide behind your rocksput down your guardI'm not here to boxthis is no showdownso throw down your gunsyou see it doesn't matterwhere you come fromyou could be from park aveor from a park benchyou could be a politicanor a bitchy princessbut if you're lookin' for a fistand you're lookin' to uniteput your knuckleheads togethermake a fist and fightnot to your deathand not to your graveI'm talking about t hat freedomfight like a bravefight like a bravedon't be a slaveno one can tell you you've got to be afraidIf you're sick-a-sick'n'tiredof being sick and tiredif you're sick of all the bullshitand you're sick of all the liesit's better late than neverto set-a-set it straightyou know the lie is deadso give your self a breakget it through your headget if off your chestget it out your armbecause it's time to start freshyou want to stop dyingthe life you could be livin'I'm here to tell a storybut I'm also here to listenno I'm not your preacherand I'm not your physicianI'm just trying to reach youI'm a rebel with a missionfight like a bravedon't be a slaveno one can tell you you've got to be afraidfight like a bravedon't be a slaveno one can tell you you've got to be afraidI'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plana plan based on a band, a band based on a planthere should be no.....in the land of landsit's a hollywood jamYou say you're running and you're runningand you're running afraidyou say you ran across the planetbut you couldn't get awaythe fire in your brainwas driving you insaneyou were looking for a dayin a life that never cameso don't tell me thatI've got to take a numbercause I've been to that doctorand believe me that's a bummerhere's a one of a kindconvention of the mindand don't forget to mentionthat it doesn't cost a dimecome as you likeand leave any timeand one more thingyou know it doesn't have to rhymefight like a bravedon't be a slaveno one can tell you you've got to be afraid...Funky Crime
Why do you do what you doI do what I want to do who said you could do what you doI told you who told me toI do what I want to doI do what I want to dofunky crime funky crimedon't you know funk's colors blindwell I've committed a funky crimeagainst a state of mindHey you mister interviewI don't have to answer youthis is what I grew intodon't judge me and my soul stewcause funk is my attitudefunk is my attitudefunky crime funky crimedon't you know funk's colors blindwell I've committed a funky crimeagainst a state of mindBarriers of racein the media take placetellin'you there is no roomfor what you do, don't budgethere's no groove to your gloomwho made you the judgealways room for funky tunesand yes I funk it upFunky boymeets a funky girlmake it funky, babycause the funk is crazyWhy do you do what you doI do what I want to do who said you could do what you doI told you who told me toI do what I want to doI do what I want to dofunky crime funky crimedon't you know funk's colors blindwell I've committed a funky crimeagainst a state of mindFunky crimefunky crimefunky funky crimethe crime is funky
Me and My Friends
Me and my, me and my, me and my,me and my, me and my friendsLike two sweet peasin an even sweeter podthat's my friendand my friends's named Boblike the devil knows hellI know Bob wellwell enough to tell you'bout his 67 smellswell enough to tell youhe's a hell-a-swell fellowwell enough to tell youthat we know each other betterthan we know our selveslike freaks of a featherwe rock togetherI know Bob wellbut I think he knows me betterMe and my, me and my, me and my,me and my, me and my friendsHe's as close to meas a friend can beI'll be standin' by my buddyhe'll be standin' by mejust another half ofthe two headed freakbut I need him likemy heart needs to beatat this pointin this friendly verseI've got to sing a little somethingthat I haven't rehearsedit's about my manand his name is Hillelfor who my loveis woul brother sacredtake it hickleberryslim boy take itMe and my, me and my, me and my,me and my, me and my friendsJacky's eyes are closedbut he's right on coursebecause he's guided bythe invisible forcehe drives a kooky green chryslerbad as anybody's porschehe's a working class drummerhe's as strong as a horseMe and my, me and my, me and my,me and my, me and my friends
Backwoods
Someone spilled blood many years agosomeone spilled blood but do you knowthat from the backwoodswhere the Chuck Berrys growcome your long talldaddies of a rock and rollTake me to your backwoods nowtake me to your backwoods nowSpinning' down from the cloudslike a tornadospinnin' out of controllike a psychedelic soulwith a rhythm hittin' harderthan Larry Holmescome your long talldaddies of rock and rollTake me to your backwoods nowtake me to your backwoods nowMr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddleyhit sippin' a bottle of nickle rippleplay the lickity split finger licking licksfor all you wicked city slick chicksand all you nitty gritty hickwe'll make your nipples ripplemake you wanna dip your dipplemake you wanna soak your hickory stickbecause my man has a grip on itand I do mean on itwhich brings to minda very sinister minister kind of guya man named Little Richardborn to make them bitches stirthat's right he'll make the sweet substance dripfrom the middle of your hillbilly lipsand like the farmer milk his cowthe Howling Wolf will howland since times does allowyou all canTake me to your backwoods nowTake me to your backwoods nowTake me to your backwoods now
Skinny Sweaty Man
Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loothe's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the boothacross the dance floor he does scoothe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitThe caboose that could he goes toot tootbeen known to gag and sometimes pukea very good friend of granny goosehe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitSkinny sweaty man in the green suitHe's half man and half cartoonbut good buddy don't be confusedhe's full blooded looney tunehe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitFace to face with the man in the moonhis family doctor is doctor seussif you catch him in your soup please don't shoothe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitSkinny sweaty man in the green suitHe was new in towna free wheelin' clowna funny young dukehangin' under the roofof a place in timeunited soundhe'll play a little guitar sing a few blueshe's the kind-a-guy that you can't refusedespite the fact that he's no brutehe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suitStrike the magic groove make him jerk and movelike an eight legged freak in snake skin bootscoming soon to a theatre near youhe's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit
Behind the Sun
One day while bathing in the seamy talking dolphin spoke to mehe spoke to me in symphonyfrom freedom's peace beneath the seahe looked to me eyes full of lovesaid yes we live behind the sunBehind the sunThe sun goes upand the sun gets downbut like the heart of the sunmy heart continues to poundNow while I shower in the rainI watch my dolphin swim awaythe one who listens to the surfcan feel the pulse beat of the earthand like my dolphin swims so freethe sun does swim into the seaBehind the sunAn island flying through the skyone day your son might ask you whyand if you son should be a girlshe too might ask you of this worldthe sun shines sweet upon your beachand yes my dolphin loves to teachBehind the sunThe sun goes upand the sun gets downbut like the heart of the sunmy heart continues to pound
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicineI'm on the pavement thinking about the govermentthe man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid offGod knows when but you're doin' it again!you better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friendthe man in the coonskin cap by the big penwants eleven dollar bills: you only got tenLook out, kidLook out, kid, it's somethin' that you didLook out, kid, 'cause they keep all hidMaggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soottalkin' at the heat put plants in the bed butthe phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many saythey must bust in early mayorders from the D.A.Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"better stay away from those that carry around a fire hosekeep a clean nose, watch the plain clothesyou don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blowsLook out, kidLook out, kid, it's somethin' that you didLook out, kid, 'cause they keep all hidLooks to me like you dida little to much hittin' kidyou should've took it to the bridgebefore you started to skidLook out, kidthe good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylanchillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'emkillin'emGet sick, get well, hand around a ink wellring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to selltry hard, get barred, get back, write brailleget jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you failBut users, cheaters, six time losershand around the theatresgirl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fooldon't follow leaders, watch the parkin' metersLook out, kidLook out, kid, it's somethin' that you didLook out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid
Special Secret Song Inside
Version 1Well, my young lady, she livesthree houses awayshe claims that she can hear moaning and screaming to me fuckin' you every nightwell, let me say "hey"I want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeahStruck by lust in a telephone boothbusted by a cop, he said "That's uncool"he said that he hears moaning and screemingto me fuckin' you every nightwell, let me say "hey"I want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeahI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your little pussy, girlI want to party on your pussyLet me shine your diamondthe girl got a scratchslap that cathave mercyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Special Secret Song Inside
Version 2Special Secret Song InsideWell my lady lady, she livesthree houses awayshe claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "Fuck me Anthony,well Anthony"I want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeahStruck by lust in a telephone boothbusted by a cop, he said "That's uncouth"he said that he can hear my baby screemingto me "Fuck me Anthony,well Anthony"I want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeahI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussyI want to party on your little pussy, girlI want to party on your pussyLet me shine your diamondthe girl got a scratchslap that cathave mercyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on, party on your pussyI want to party on your pussy, babyI want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Special Secret Song Inside
Version 31st verse:Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away.She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"every day, when I'm in the hay. 2nd verse:Struck by lust in a telephone booth. Busted by a cop; he said, "that's uncool."He said that she can hear my baby screaming to me "fuck me"every day, when I'm in the hay.And then the rest is agreed upon.
No Chump Love Sucker
She's a witcha bonafide borewhat's more - she snoresand that is a factcow eyes lieyes it's time to resisthow did I everget into thishow could I everhave kissed that bitchso what if she'sgot big titsShe's the kinda girlwho changas her mind really quickshe's the kinda girl whowon't just let things sitshe came like a catlike a cat to cat nopshe came in my lapwith her womanly hipswhen I first met herI came ungluedI played the part ofa blueblooded foolI'm through with your sewageI'm through with your trashI always knew that I'dget the last laughShe's the kinda girlwho changas her mind really quickshe's the kinda girl whowon't just let things sitlike two trains on one trackbound for a crashtwo red white and blues we weredestined to clashI can't fix the futureI can't change the pastlike fly by night newswe were not meant to lastI'm through with your bluefishI'm through with your gashI'm through being screwed with byyou and your wack attackJump back for chump loveyou won't be back for coverbut no no no noI'm no chump love suckerNo chump love suckerNo chump love suckerI thought that your lovewas a matter of factbut I lost my pridewhen I realized thatthe smack in my bagand my baseball batwas all you were afterboys "you dirty rat"she's a bitch and a bratand a living disastershe thought she was fastbut I was faster
Walkin' On Down The Road
Well I'm walking on down the roadbut it can't be heaven'cause the streets aren't goldand everybody knows what bobby d was toldI'm walkin' on down the roadGroovin' a tune straight out of the wombtrust is a must to be a true blue dudethat's a matter of fact don't be confusedevebody knows true friends are fewEverybody come in, everybody sing, sing my songeverybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrongeverybody come in, everybody sing, sing my songWell I'm walking on down the roadbut it can't be heaven'cause the streets aren't goldand everybody knows what bobby d was toldI'm walkin' on down the roadA like a momma bear hugs her baby bear cubsa dude he can't lose when he lives on lovelike the bark on a treelike the skin on my kneesI'm standin' by my bloodEverybody come in, everybody sing, sing my songeverybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrongeverybody come in, everybody sing, sing my songWell I'm walking on down the roadbut it can't be heaven'cause the streets aren't goldand everybody knows what bobby d was toldI'm walkin' on down the road
Love Trilogy
My love comes, and when it doesit's a crazy kind ofselective affectionmy love flows lika a wize guy's tiein the zanniest of directionsmy love protection, my love erectionyou better get some of my infectionmy love can be-a-bigger thanthe hoover dammy love can hide behinda grain of sandmy love for life is fueled bythe love for my manI love his mother andthe silly mystic mansome people think he's badthey say he doesn't laughand ask my dadMy love is death to appartheid rulemy love is deepest depth, the ocean bluesMy love is the zulu groovemy love is keep it or movemy love is a laughin' boozedmy love is the pussy juicemy love can't be refusedmy love is gettin' my foodmy love, my loveMy love began from lovemy love for an unknown grubby bummy love for the baby suckin' on his thumbmy love for the best set of bunsmy love for the feal of the drumsmy love for a butter knuckle handsmy love for the sweedes in the badmy love for the legs that I spinmy love for the fat mingymy love, my lovemy love is my gross innerselfmy love is my dick in my headmy love is my gross innerselfmy love is my dick in my head
The Organic Anti-Beat Box Band
Welcome friends to my thoughts of whenthe fax city 4 were four young mentime has come, now we jamwith the uplift mofo party planwe're the organic anti-beat box bandOne comes from the holy landanother was born an australianme i'm from michiganbut hollywood is the land of landsit's a hollywood jamWe represent the hollywood kidshollywood is where we livewe represent the hollywood kidsorganic anti-beat box bandLife is grand in the land of landsthe mind does boggle the mind expandsthe anarchy 4 have manned their craftget on your knees and shake your assto the jam that isWe don't ask we demandthat you and your clanlistem now to this jamto the power of the drummers badit's a hollywood jamWe represent the hollywood kidshollywood is where we livewe represent the hollywood kidsorganic anti-beat box bandThere's a party in my town at 12:00there's a party that's rockin down to the rockI've got nothin' against hip hopbut there's a party in my townand no beat box jam that isThe party's got girls the girls got hotthe party's got boys and the boys got sockssomething popped the doors unlockedhouse got up ran around the blocksit down housetake off your blouseWe represent the hollywood kidshollywood is where we liveany good friend of t