The Uplift Mofo Party Plan

Fight Like a Brave
Funky Crime
Me & My Friends
Backwoods
Skinny Sweaty Man
Behind The Sun
Subterranean Homesick Blues
Special Secret Song Inside version 1
Special Secret Song Inside version 2
Special Secret Song Inside version 3
No Chump Love Sucker
Walkin' On Down The Road
Love Triology
Organic Anti-Beat Box Band

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

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"