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