Fight Like a Brave All you slingers and fiends hide behind your rocks put down your guard I'm not here to box this is no showdown so throw down your guns you see it doesn't matter where you come from you could be from park ave or from a park bench you could be a politican or a bitchy princess but if you're lookin' for a fist and you're lookin' to unite put your knuckleheads together make a fist and fight not to your death and not to your grave I'm talking about t hat freedom fight like a brave fight like a brave don't be a slave no one can tell you you've got to be afraid If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired of being sick and tired if you're sick of all the bullshit and you're sick of all the lies it's better late than never to set-a-set it straight you know the lie is dead so give your self a break get it through your head get if off your chest get it out your arm because it's time to start fresh you want to stop dying the life you could be livin' I'm here to tell a story but I'm also here to listen no I'm not your preacher and I'm not your physician I'm just trying to reach you I'm a rebel with a mission fight like a brave don't be a slave no one can tell you you've got to be afraid fight like a brave don't be a slave no one can tell you you've got to be afraid I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan a plan based on a band, a band based on a plan there should be no.....in the land of lands it's a hollywood jam You say you're running and you're running and you're running afraid you say you ran across the planet but you couldn't get away the fire in your brain was driving you insane you were looking for a day in a life that never came so don't tell me that I've got to take a number cause I've been to that doctor and believe me that's a bummer here's a one of a kind convention of the mind and don't forget to mention that it doesn't cost a dime come as you like and leave any time and one more thing you know it doesn't have to rhyme fight like a brave don't be a slave no one can tell you you've got to be afraid... Funky Crime Why do you do what you do I do what I want to do who said you could do what you do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do what I want to do funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Hey you mister interview I don't have to answer you this is what I grew into don't judge me and my soul stew cause funk is my attitude funk is my attitude funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Barriers of race in the media take place tellin'you there is no room for what you do, don't budge there's no groove to your gloom who made you the judge always room for funky tunes and yes I funk it up Funky boy meets a funky girl make it funky, baby cause the funk is crazy Why do you do what you do I do what I want to do who said you could do what you do I told you who told me to I do what I want to do I do what I want to do funky crime funky crime don't you know funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Funky crime funky crime funky funky crime the crime is funky Me and My Friends Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends Like two sweet peas in an even sweeter pod that's my friend and my friends's named Bob like the devil knows hell I know Bob well well enough to tell you 'bout his 67 smells well enough to tell you he's a hell-a-swell fellow well enough to tell you that we know each other better than we know our selves like freaks of a feather we rock together I know Bob well but I think he knows me better Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends He's as close to me as a friend can be I'll be standin' by my buddy he'll be standin' by me just another half of the two headed freak but I need him like my heart needs to beat at this point in this friendly verse I've got to sing a little something that I haven't rehearsed it's about my man and his name is Hillel for who my love is woul brother sacred take it hickleberry slim boy take it Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends Jacky's eyes are closed but he's right on course because he's guided by the invisible force he drives a kooky green chrysler bad as anybody's porsche he's a working class drummer he's as strong as a horse Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends Backwoods 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 Skinny Sweaty Man Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth across the dance floor he does scoot he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit The caboose that could he goes toot toot been known to gag and sometimes puke a very good friend of granny goose he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Skinny sweaty man in the green suit He's half man and half cartoon but good buddy don't be confused he's full blooded looney tune he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Face to face with the man in the moon his family doctor is doctor seuss if you catch him in your soup please don't shoot he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Skinny sweaty man in the green suit He was new in town a free wheelin' clown a funny young duke hangin' under the roof of a place in time united sound he'll play a little guitar sing a few blues he's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse despite the fact that he's no brute he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots coming soon to a theatre near you he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit Behind the Sun One day while bathing in the sea my talking dolphin spoke to me he spoke to me in symphony from freedom's peace beneath the sea he looked to me eyes full of love said yes we live behind the sun Behind the sun The sun goes up and the sun gets down but like the heart of the sun my heart continues to pound Now while I shower in the rain I watch my dolphin swim away the one who listens to the surf can feel the pulse beat of the earth and like my dolphin swims so free the sun does swim into the sea Behind the sun An island flying through the sky one day your son might ask you why and if you son should be a girl she too might ask you of this world the sun shines sweet upon your beach and yes my dolphin loves to teach Behind the sun The sun goes up and the sun gets down but like the heart of the sun my heart continues to pound Subterranean Homesick Blues Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off God knows when but you're doin' it again! you better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but the phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say they must bust in early may orders from the D.A. Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz" better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid Looks to me like you did a little to much hittin' kid you should've took it to the bridge before you started to skid Look out, kid the good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em killin'em Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell try hard, get barred, get back, write braille get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail But users, cheaters, six time losers hand around the theatres girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters Look out, kid Look out, kid, it's somethin' that you did Look out, kid, 'cause they keep all hid Special Secret Song Inside Version 1 Well, my young lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming to me fuckin' you every night well, let me say "hey" I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah Struck by lust in a telephone booth busted by a cop, he said "That's uncool" he said that he hears moaning and screeming to me fuckin' you every night well, let me say "hey" I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your little pussy, girl I want to party on your pussy Let me shine your diamond the girl got a scratch slap that cat have mercy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah Special Secret Song Inside Version 2 Special Secret Song Inside Well my lady lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "Fuck me Anthony, well Anthony" I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah Struck by lust in a telephone booth busted by a cop, he said "That's uncouth" he said that he can hear my baby screeming to me "Fuck me Anthony, well Anthony" I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy I want to party on your little pussy, girl I want to party on your pussy Let me shine your diamond the girl got a scratch slap that cat have mercy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on your pussy I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah Special Secret Song Inside Version 3 1st 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 witch a bonafide bore what's more - she snores and that is a fact cow eyes lie yes it's time to resist how did I ever get into this how could I ever have kissed that bitch so what if she's got big tits She's the kinda girl who changas her mind really quick she's the kinda girl who won't just let things sit she came like a cat like a cat to cat nop she came in my lap with her womanly hips when I first met her I came unglued I played the part of a blueblooded fool I'm through with your sewage I'm through with your trash I always knew that I'd get the last laugh She's the kinda girl who changas her mind really quick she's the kinda girl who won't just let things sit like two trains on one track bound for a crash two red white and blues we were destined to clash I can't fix the future I can't change the past like fly by night news we were not meant to last I'm through with your bluefish I'm through with your gash I'm through being screwed with by you and your wack attack Jump back for chump love you won't be back for cover but no no no no I'm no chump love sucker No chump love sucker No chump love sucker I thought that your love was a matter of fact but I lost my pride when I realized that the smack in my bag and my baseball bat was all you were after boys "you dirty rat" she's a bitch and a brat and a living disaster she thought she was fast but I was faster Walkin' On Down The Road Well I'm walking on down the road but it can't be heaven 'cause the streets aren't gold and everybody knows what bobby d was told I'm walkin' on down the road Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb trust is a must to be a true blue dude that's a matter of fact don't be confused evebody knows true friends are few Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song Well I'm walking on down the road but it can't be heaven 'cause the streets aren't gold and everybody knows what bobby d was told I'm walkin' on down the road A like a momma bear hugs her baby bear cubs a dude he can't lose when he lives on love like the bark on a tree like the skin on my knees I'm standin' by my blood Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song everybody knows, everybody things, that I've done wrong everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song Well I'm walking on down the road but it can't be heaven 'cause the streets aren't gold and everybody knows what bobby d was told I'm walkin' on down the road Love Trilogy My love comes, and when it does it's a crazy kind of selective affection my love flows lika a wize guy's tie in the zanniest of directions my love protection, my love erection you better get some of my infection my love can be-a-bigger than the hoover dam my love can hide behind a grain of sand my love for life is fueled by the love for my man I love his mother and the silly mystic man some people think he's bad they say he doesn't laugh and ask my dad My love is death to appartheid rule my love is deepest depth, the ocean blues My love is the zulu groove my love is keep it or move my love is a laughin' boozed my love is the pussy juice my love can't be refused my love is gettin' my food my love, my love My love began from love my love for an unknown grubby bum my love for the baby suckin' on his thumb my love for the best set of buns my love for the feal of the drums my love for a butter knuckle hands my love for the sweedes in the bad my love for the legs that I spin my love for the fat mingy my love, my love my love is my gross innerself my love is my dick in my head my love is my gross innerself my love is my dick in my head The Organic Anti-Beat Box Band Welcome friends to my thoughts of when the fax city 4 were four young men time has come, now we jam with the uplift mofo party plan we're the organic anti-beat box band One comes from the holy land another was born an australian me i'm from michigan but hollywood is the land of lands it's a hollywood jam We represent the hollywood kids hollywood is where we live we represent the hollywood kids organic anti-beat box band Life is grand in the land of lands the mind does boggle the mind expands the anarchy 4 have manned their craft get on your knees and shake your ass to the jam that is We don't ask we demand that you and your clan listem now to this jam to the power of the drummers bad it's a hollywood jam We represent the hollywood kids hollywood is where we live we represent the hollywood kids organic anti-beat box band There's a party in my town at 12:00 there's a party that's rockin down to the rock I've got nothin' against hip hop but there's a party in my town and no beat box jam that is The party's got girls the girls got hot the party's got boys and the boys got socks something popped the doors unlocked house got up ran around the block sit down house take off your blouse We represent the hollywood kids hollywood is where we live any good friend of the lollypop kids over the rainbow with the wiz we represent the hollywood kids organic anti-beat box band With the organic anti-beat box band you just might slam dance that is it's a hollywood jam
