Sittin' on a sack of beans
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Sittin' down in New Orleans
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You wouldn't believe what I've seen
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Sitting on that sack of beans
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Lunatics on pogo sticks
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Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
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Hicks don't mix with politics
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People on the street just kickin' to the licks
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[M1]
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Yes my favorite place to be
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Is not a land called Honah Lee
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Mentally or physically
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I wanna be in New Orleans
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Oh good brother just when I thought
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That I had seen it all
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My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
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And I dropped my jaw
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I saw a bird walkin down the block
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Name Apache Rose Peacock
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I could not speak I was in shock
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I told my knees to please not knock
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[M1]
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A little boy came along
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Name of Louis Armstrong
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Said that girl who left me silly
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She liked the looks of me and my willy
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So I found her in the quarter
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Good God how I adored her
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Oh she made me feel so cozy
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When she told me I could call her Rosey
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[M2]
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I kiss your hair your skin so bare
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I'll take you with me girl anywhere
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You fare well in stormy weather
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I never met a girl that I liked better
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Twinkle twinkle little star
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Shining down on my blue car
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Drivin' down the boulevard
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She was soft and I was hard
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Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacock
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Hottest ass on the goddamn block
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Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass meters
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She has one of those built in heaters
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[M2]
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Voodoo gurus casting their spells
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Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
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Silver sound escapes the trumpet
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Watch your leg someone might hump it
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Chicken strut your butt let's rock
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Gettin' it on under your frock
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Flowing like a flame all through the night
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My girl's insane but it's all right
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[M1]
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Apache Rose Peacock
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Red Hot Chili Peppers |