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Released: August 16, 1985

Freaky Styley

Label: EMI
Release date: August 16, 1985
Producer: George Clinton
Engineer: Greg Ward
Mixed by: Greg Ward, except Track 8 mixed by: Jim Vitti; Track 7 mixed by: Jim Vitti & Greg Ward; Track 12 mixed by: the Red Hot Chili Peppers & Jim Bauerlin; and Track 14 mixed by: Bruce Nazarrian
Mastered by: Ron McMaster
Recorded at: United Sound Studios
Artwork direction by: Henry Marquez

All songs by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Cliff Martinez & Jack Sherman, except
Track 2 by The Meters
Track 4 by Sylvester Stewart
Tracks 5, 8 by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Track 12 by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Hillel Slovak & Jack Irons
© 1985 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)

Additional Musicians:
The Horny Horns – Horns
Fred Wesley – Trombone
Maceo Parker – Saxophone
Benny Cowan – Trumpet
Larry Fratangelo – Percussion
George Clinton, Steve Boyd, Andre Williams, Mike Payne, Pat Lewis, Joel Virgel, Robert Johnson, Shirley Hayden, Louis Kabbabie, Gary Shider – Background Singers

© 1985 EMI Records

Jungle Man


        Deep inside the soul hole

        Of mother earth

        Father time came

        With a supersonic supersonic burst

        His soul monkey sperm tribes

        Racing to be first

        Her ruby fruit jungle

        Givin’ bush baby bush baby birth

        The baby was a boy

        But I think what stunned her

        Is that this bare breasted baby

        Was a baby boy boy boy boy wonder

        Crackin’ from his thumb bone

        Came Thelonious thunder

        Fill the sky with hellfire

        From way down down down under



        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I get all the bush I can

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I get all the bush I can



        Erupting from the ground

        In Hollywood he glowed

        His jungle turned to concrete

        His funk bone bone bone bone to stone

        Like a full blown volcano

        I must let it be known

        That through this boy’s vein

        Atomic lava blood flows and flows

        His soul shocking sounds

        They make the mountains moan

        This boy’s become a man

        It’s time to take take take

        Take the thrown



        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I get all the bush I can

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I’m a jungle man

        I get all the bush I can


Hollywood (Africa)
American Ghost Dance


        Oh give me a home

        Where the buffalo roam

        And the death of a race is a game

        Where seldom is heard

        A peaceable word

        From the white trash

        Who killed as they came

        Though these words dig deep

        They offer no relief

        God save the queen

        I am an Indian chief

        There is a secret I keep

        It’s called the talking leaf

        And you better believe

        That he speaks his beliefs

        Like a rock that bleeds

        A sea of grief

        My talking leaf speaks of

        A Wounded Knee creek



        American ghost dance…



        A new man who is with old ways

        He walks the streets of life

        But he’s in chains

        I’m alive he cried

        I can feel the flame

        Burning red inside

        I am an Indian brave

        There is a memory

        That lives in my blood

        Of the brand you laid

        On all you touched

        But the burning flame

        Turns to burning pain

        Genuine genocide

        And that’s truly insane

        So like a wild hurricane

        I will dance on the grave

        Of my race that died

        When it should have been saved



        American ghost dance…



        Oh give me a home

        Where the buffalo roam

        And the death of a race is a game

        Where seldom is heard

        A peaceable word

        From the white trash

        Who killed as they came

        Though these words dig deep

        They offer no relief

        God save the queen

        I am an Indian chief

        There is a secret I keep

        It’s called the talking leaf

        And you better believe

        That he speaks his beliefs

        Like a rock that bleeds

        A sea of grief

        My talking leaf speaks of

        A Wounded Knee creek



        American ghost dance…


If You Want Me To Stay
Nevermind


        Nevermind the Pac Jam

        Nevermind the Gap Band

        Nevermind the Zap Band

        Nevermind the Funk Scam

        ‘Cause we’re

        Red Hot Chili Peppers



        Nevermind the British bands

        Nevermind the synth funk bands

        Nevermind the Wham Wham band

        Nevermind Duran Duran

        ‘Cause we’re

        Red Hot Chili Peppers



        Nevermind the Soft Cell shit

        That’s strictly for the twits

        Nevermind the Men At Work

        Those tunes are for the jerks

        ‘Cause we’re

        Red Hot Chili Peppers



        Nevermind Hall and Oates

        Those guys are a couple of goats

        Nevermind the Culture Club

        That jive’s just one big flub

        ‘Cause we’re

        Red Hot Chili Peppers


Freaky Styley


        Say it out loud

        I'm freaky styley

        And I'm proud


Blackeyed Blonde


        Pumpin’ the blood through the heart of New Orleans

        She’s the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream

        She’s just made out of flesh and bones

        But let me tell you little boy

        You better leave her alone



        Leroy Brown thought he was bad too

        Til she left him floating in the Old Bayou

        She’s the kind of girl

        She’s built like a bomb

        She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed

        Blackeyed blonde get down



        That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch

        French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox

        Heaten queen of sleeze she’s hot to the box

        But let me tell you little boy

        She’ll clean your clock



        A slick and sly spy

        Stuck in the muck of the moat

        Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat

        Double-o-dooms day for Mr. James Bond

        She’s the blackeyed, blackeyed

        Blackeyed blonde get down


The Brothers Cup


        Give it up to this planet full of strife

        We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife

        With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap

        The cups went up like a natural fact



        It was our shoulder space

        That made the perfect place

        For the magic of the cup

        To style out with grace

        With a tight turn twist

        And a slight swerve swank

        The brothers cup kissed

        With a kick ass clank



        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up

        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up



        Give it up to this planet full of strife

        We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife

        With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap

        The cups went up like a natural fact



        So love all your brothers

        And love all your sisters

        Love all the misses

        And love all the misters

        Don’t be shy when you’re sharin’ your kisses

        The brothers cup kiss

        And we ain’t sissies



        It is our notion that the perfect peace potion

        Can be found in the wake of the green sea’s motion

        The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean

        Is the cradle of peace it’s the perfect peace motion



        Give it up to this planet full of strife

        We’re the brothers cup cuttin’ sharp as a knife



        With the power of the cup we are about to astound

        All your preconceptions they will come unbound

        We are the brothers cup coming to your town

        Bringing tubes of love we’re going to spread it around



        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up

        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up

        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up

        We are the brothers cup

        We like to get it up


Battle Ship


        Three miles off the

        Coast of Beirut

        New Jersey’s guns get

        Ready to shoot

        Take a walk down the

        Firing room

        Fire one it’s a

        Shakedown cruise



        Battle ship battle ship



        See the sailor boys

        Dressed in blue

        Cheer the change to

        Make the news

        Send the shell down

        The spiral groove

        Bombs away it’s a

        Shakedown cruise yeah



        Battle ship battle ship


Lovin' And Touchin'


        Lovin’ and touchin’ and

        Laughing and squeezing and

        Walking and joking and

        Smiling and teasing



        Loving and kissing and

        Rubbing and scrubbing and

        Styling and slumming and

        Rolling and cumming



        I’ll hold you a lifetime

        I’ll love you forever

        I’ll make you my wife and

        I’ll never forget you



        I’ll give you my smile

        On the face of your child

        I will give you my love

        I will give you my love



        Lovin’ and touchin’ and

        Lovin’ and touchin’ and

        Lovin’ and touchin’ and

        Lovin’ and touchin’ and

        Love


Catholic School Girls Rule


        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        In the class she’s taking notes

        Just how deep deep is my throat

        Mother Mary don’t you know

        She’s got eyes like Marilyn Monroe



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        From the cross she’s raised her head

        This is what the sister said

        Give no love until you’re wed

        Live not life until you’re dead

        The good book says we must suppress

        The good book says we must confess

        But who cares what the good book says

        ‘Cause now she’s taking off her dress



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Catholic

        Schoolgirls rule

        Catholic school girls rule



        Lead us into temptation

        We are pure divine creation

        Talkin’ about my generation

        Injected with the seed of emaculation

        Catholic


Sex Rap


        Time to swing a little melody

        To make you all feel something sexually

        And now we’re gonna get it on in the groove

        The groove that makes those smooth hips move

        We are pumpin’ that drivin’ bad rhythm

        To make those pretty little pussy lips schism

        Kissum kissum kissum



        In the mind is one design

        To make you feel fine

        Suckin’ on mine with a 69

        I’m inclined to funk, funk, funk, funk your brains out

        Make her moan, make her groan and make her shout

        Pump that labia ‘til it pouts



        Open up your legs to the sensual sound

        Let the booty bustin’ beat pound your pretty we mound

        I can tell you’re like a horny bloodhound

        Feel the bass hump the ground

        As you’re droppin’ to your knees and I come unbound

        And now you make your mouth to get on down



        Our lustful notes will boil your blood

        When they slither and slide on under your hood

        Makin’ me shoot my power packed pud

        Like a wild lady lovin’ a fire hose stud

        Causing what is known as a juicy wet flood

        Gettin’ it gettin’ it gettin’ it good



        In my head I hear a hellified hum

        I take to rubbin’ her on the bum

        Just a little on the tum

        With my thumb I strum her plum

        Start to make her orgasm

        Tastes a little bit like oozing hot cum



        Well I like to make her cum

        To the rhythm of the drums

        Make cum, make cum, cum


Thirty Dirty Birds


        Thirty dirty birds

        Sitting on a curb

        Chirping and burping

        And eating

        Dirty earthworms

        Along comes Herbie



        From thirty-third

        And third

        Saw the thirty

        Dirty birds

        Sitting on a curb

        Chirping and burping

        And eating

        Dirty earthworms



        Boy he was

        Disturbed


Yertle The Turtle


        On a far away island

        Of Salamasond

        Yertle The Turtle

        Was king of the pond

        A nice little pond

        It was clean it was neat

        The water was warm

        There was plenty to eat

        Until one day

        The king of them all

        Decided the kingdom

        He ruled was too small

        I’m a ruler of all that I see

        But I don’t see enough

        And that’s the trouble with me



        With this stone for a throne

        I am too low down

        I cannot look down

        Upon the places beyond

        So Yertle The Turtle King

        Lifted his hand

        And Yertle The Turtle King

        Gave a command

        He ordered all the turtles

        Onto one another’s back

        He piled them high

        Into a ten turtle stack

        I’m Yertle The Turtle

        The things I now rule

        I’m king of a cow

        I’m king of a mule



        Look at that turtle go, bro



        Then down from below

        In the great turtle stack

        Came a burp from a plain

        Little turtle named Mack

        Just part of the throne

        This burpin’ little turtle

        Looked up and said “I beg

        Your pardon King Yertle”

        I’ve pains in my back

        My shoulders and my knees

        How long must we stand

        Here your majesty

        “Silence” the king of the

        Turtles barked back

        To the bad burpin’

        Little turtle named Mack

        I’m Yertle The Turtle

        Oh marvelous me for

        I am ruler of all that I see