| 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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| Yes, my favorite place to be
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| Is not a land called Honalee
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| Oh, 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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| Yes, my favorite place to be
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| Is not a land called Honalee
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| Oh, mentally or physically
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| I wanna be in New Orleans
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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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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| 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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| 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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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo
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| Doo-ru, doo-ru, doo, doo
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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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| Yes, my favorite place to be
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| Is not a land called Honalee
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| Oh, mentally or physically
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| I wanna be in New Orleans |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apache Rose Peacock, artist - Red Hot Chili Peppers. Album song The Studio Album Collection 1991-2011, in the genre Иностранный рок