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Released: August 10, 1984

The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Label: EMI
Release date: August 10, 1984
Producer: Andy Gill
Engineer: Dave Jerden
Mixed by: Rob Stevens
Mastered by: Greg Fulginiti
Recorded at: El Dorado
Cover art by: Gary Panter
Art direction by: Henry Marquez

Tracks 1, 3, 7 written by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Cliff Martinez & Jack Sherman
Track 2 written by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Cliff Martinez, Jack Sherman & Hillel Slovak
Tracks 4, 6, 8, 9 written by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Hillel Slovak & Jack Irons
Track 5 written by Hank Williams
Track 10 written by Anthony Kiedis & Flea
Track 11 written by Anthony Kieidis, Flea, Cliff Martinez, Jack Sherman & Andy Gill
© 1984 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)

Additional Musicians:
Keith Barry – Horns Arrangements & Viola
Cliff Brooks – Timables & Congas
Gwen Dickey – Background Vocals
Patrick English – Trumpet
Kenny Flood – Tenor Sax
Phil Ranelin – Trombone

© 1984 EMI Records

True Men Don't Kill Coyotes


        Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse

        Through the Hollywood Hills

        The farther west – the farther out

        Yea that's the way I feel

        Well, I dig the dirt and I dig the dust

        I barbecue my meals



        Riding wild on a paisley dragon

        Through the Hollywood Hills, yea

        Huh, Hollywood Hills



        Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse

        Through the Hollywood Hills

        Just don't show me anything

        'Cause that's the way I feel

        Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust

        I barbecue my meals



        Riding wild on a paisley dragon

        Through the Hollywood Hills, yea

        Huh, Hollywood Hills



        Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes

        He can taste his blood

        And blood never lies

        Pale face die



        True men don't kill coyotes

        True men don't kill coyotes



        Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse

        Through the Hollywood Hills

        The farther west – the farther out

        Yea that's the way I feel

        Well, I dig the dirt and I dig the dust

        I barbecue my meals



        Riding wild on a paisley dragon

        Through the Hollywood Hills, yeah...

        Huh, Hollywood Hills



        Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes

        He can taste his blood

        And blood never lies

        Pale face die



        True men don't kill coyotes

        True men don't...



        Well, I'm gonna ride a sabertooth horse

        Through the Hollywood Hills

        Just don't tell me anything

        'Cause that's the way I feel

        Well I dig the dirt and I dig the dust

        I barbecue my meals



        Riding wild on a paisley dragon

        Through the Hollywood Hills, yea

        Huh, Hollywood Hills



        Passion dripping from the coyote's eyes

        He can taste his blood

        And blood never lies

        Pale face die



        True men don't kill coyotes

        True men don't...

        True men don't kill coyotes

        True men don't...

        True men don't kill coyotes

        True men don't...


Baby Appeal


        On the city streets I got the tunes in my pocket

        I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock

        Excuse me mister won't you hear my thoughts

        I play in a band yea we're called the Red Hots

        Out of my way boy I'm afraid not

        I've got no time to think and talk

        But this baby rocked out on the spot

        She was a shakin' and a kickin' that itty bitty tot

        Her pop said no but she just couldn't stop

        The kid had a case of toddler rock



        Well here's a funky fact that I know is real

        The Red Hots have baby appeal

        They dig a funky speil, yea it makes them squeal

        The Chili Peppers have baby appeal

        The funk mobile is the one we wheel

        I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal

        We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal

        I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal



        We stoke the fire we crank the heat

        4 groove dog brothers funkin’ out in the street

        Rockin’ up a storm when who do we meet

        But the hop, skip, jump, bumpin’ baby de beat

        She was a shakin' and a kickin' those itty bitty feet

        The next thing you know she called out her fleet

        5000 babies rockin’ out in the street

        That's a serious sight I mean golly, gee whiz

        I just can't tell you how much we dig

        Rock out for those itty, bitty kids



        Well here's a funky fact that I know is real

        The Red Hots have baby appeal

        They dig a funky speil, yea make them squeal

        The Chili Peppers have baby appeal

        The funk mobile is the one we reel

        I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal

        We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal

        I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal, so get down



        Got the tunes in my box...

        Baby appeal...

        Rock out…

        Play the Chili, play the Chili, play the Chili...

        Yes we're called the Red...Hots...



        On the city streets I got the tunes in my box

        I play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock

        Excuse me mister won't you hear my thoughts

        I play in a band yea we're called the Red Hots

        Out of my way boy I'm afraid not

        I've got no time to think and talk

        But this baby rocked out on the spot

        She was a shakin' and a kickin' that itty bitty tot

        Her pop said no but she just couldn't stop

        The kid had a case of toddler rock



        Well here's a funky fact that I know is real

        The Red Hots have baby appeal

        They dig a funky speil they'll make some squeal

        I say the Peppers have baby appeal

        The funk mobile is the one we reel

        I'm overjoyed we have baby appeal

        We serve those tots in the funk-o-meal

        I'm overjoyed, we have baby appeal


Buckle Down


        Hot off the ice

        No hole in my soul

        We’re men not mice

        No stopping my role

        Hot yea twist

        Red star black fist

        Work hard play more

        Just turn me loose

        I know what’s right in life…you

        Better buckle down

        Don’t give up the fight in life…you

        Better buckle down

        Trail blaze with might in life…you

        Better buckle down

        Live dreams tonight in life…you

        Better buckle down

        ‘Cause I know what’s right



        Hot off the ice

        No hole in my soul

        We’re men not mice

        No stopping my role

        Hot yea twist

        Red star black fist

        Work play more

        Just turn me loose

        I know what’s right in life…you

        Better buckle down

        Don’t give up the fight in life…you

        Better buckle down

        Trail blaze with might in life….you

        Better buckle down

        Live dreams tonight in life…you

        Better buckle down

        ‘Cause I know what’s right



        I know, I know, I know what's right

        I know, I know, I know what's right

        I know, I know, I know what's right

        I know, I know, I know what's right


Get Up And Jump


        Get up and jump – get up and jump

        Get up, get up, get up and jump

        Jump on up – jump on down

        Just jumpa, jumpa, jumpa, jumpa

        Jump around – jump the day away

        Jump all over town

        ‘Cause jumpin’s okay – in a jumpin’ kinda way

        Hey hey



        Jumpa boy, jump a girl

        Jumpa rope, jump for joy

        Just don’t stop jumpin’

        Keep your heart muscle pumpin’

        Hillel be jumpin’ on the little baby frumpkin

        Say what you got a pumpkin in your pants



        When you’re standing or sitting still

        Think about the frogs getting a thrill

        Take a little lesson from the kangaroos

        A don’t you know they’re jumpin’ foos

        Jump you



        Jump a nun – jump a jack

        Jump for fun – jump back

        A how’s about us jumpin’ the sack

        Now it’s time for a jump attack



        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump



        Jama Boba Jima Boba

        Slima Boba boogie

        To the tune of slima Billy

        Lookin’ like you’re might silly

        Say what you got a pumpkin in your pants

        You got a pumpkin

        In your pants



        Mr. Mexican jumping bean

        Knows his fun is skeaky clean

        Christ how’d you think he got so clean

        Not from sittin’ on his goddamn spleen

        Get up



        Oh I be jumpin’, I be jumpin’

        I be jumpin’ alone

        I be jumpin’ for the phone

        I be jumpin’ Mrs. Jones

        I really wanna jump on Kinski’s bones



        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump



        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump

        Get up and jump



        Jama Boba Jima Boba

        Slima Boba boogie

        To the tune of slima Billy

        Lookin’ like you’re might silly

        Say what you got a pumpkin in your pants

        You got a pumpkin

        In your pants


Why Don't You Love Me
Green Heaven


        About this planet there is something I know

        There’s a very big difference between

        Above and below

        Friend foe or bro leave your body on the floor

        Let your spirit fly away like the

        Soul of a crow



        Here above land man has laid his plan

        And yes it does include the Ku Klux Klan

        We got a government so twisted and bent

        Bombs, tanks and guns is how our money is spent

        We got V.D., heroin, greed and prostitution

        Tension, aggravation, L. Ron Hubbard solution?

        Not to mention hardcore chemical pollution

        If you think a different way you’re in a mental institution

        And that’s a heart felt shame

        ‘Cause everyone is crazy, everyone’s the same

        So why should only Larry, Curly,

        And Moe be to blame



        Time now to take you to a different place

        Where peace loving whales flow through

        Liquid outer space

        Groovin’ and glidin’ as graceful as lace

        Never losing touch with the ocean’s embrace

        Diviner than the dolphin that there is none

        ‘Cause dolphins justa like to have a lot of fun

        No one tells ‘em how their life is run

        And no one points at ‘em with a gun

        They have a lot of love for every living creature

        The smile of a dolphin is a built in feature

        They be movin’ in schools but everyone’s the teacher

        Someday mister dolphin I know I’m going to meet you



        Back to the land of the police man

        Where he does whatever he says he can

        Including hating you because you’re a Jew

        Or beating black ass that’s nothing new

        Trigger happy cops they just like to brawl

        They use guns, clubs, gas but that’s not all

        They got puke ridden prisons and sex sick jails

        Fuck the poor if you’re rich you pay the bail

        So support your police support your local wars

        That’s the way to open economic doors

        Why do we do it? ‘Cause the president’s a whore

        We assume the position to sell the ammunition

        What the fuck it’s the American tradition

        Along with going fishin’ apple pies in the kitchen

        Isn’t it bitchin’ seeing dead men in ditches


Mommy Where's Daddy


        Mommy where’s daddy

        Mommy where’s daddy



        Right here girl



        Sweet thing you look so sad

        Cheer up don’t you know your daddy’s bad

        Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad



        There ain’t one problem I can’t fix

        ‘Cause your daddy’s got a big old bag-o-trix

        Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad



        Mommy where’s daddy

        Mommy where’s daddy



        Come on sit on your daddy’s lap

        ‘Cause I’m the one who’ll pats your back

        Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad



        Well let me see now where to begin

        A let me start by tuckin’ you in

        Give daddy a kiss girl awe dad



        Mommy where’s daddy


Out In L.A.


        We’re all a bunch of brothers

        Livin’ in a cool way

        Along with six million others

        In this place called L.A.



        L.A.’s the place sets my mind ablaze

        For me its a race through a cotton

        Pickin’ maze



        The town makes me jump its got a lot

        Of bad chicks

        Well sure its got some chumps but I still

        Get my kicks

        My body loves to scrump when I lick

        The ripe pick

        Like a thump on a thumb poppin’ hump

        Hump hump pop out



        The action never stops I’m as wild as can be

        ‘Cause I’m shooting for the top and my

        Best friend’s Flea

        Oom Chucka Willy knew that balls could pop

        But he never met the tree so he never

        Bebopped hop out



        Antwan the swan from the pretty fish pond

        Was a bad mother jumper

        You could tell he was strong

        He wore a cold paisley jacket

        And a hellified ass

        And between his legs was a sweat young lass

        He threw a hundred women up against the wall

        And he swore to fear that he’d love them all

        But by the time he got to 99 he had to stop

        ‘Cause that’s when he thought

        That he heard a fop

        Night and the night before

        I heard a fop outside then I

        Came in doors rock out



        Now I told you a little

        Somethin’ ‘bout the Flea

        Something ‘bout the tree

        A little something ‘bout me

        I can’t leave you hangin’

        ‘Bout my man Sherm Zee

        He swings the ying, he bangs the yang

        Now its time to hear him do his thang

        You better be burnin’ Sherman



        We’re all a bunch of brothers livin’

        In a cool way

        Along with six million others in this

        Place called L.A.

        Step out


Police Helicopter


        Police helicopter sharking through the sky

        Police helicopter landin’ on my eye



        Police helicopter takes a nosedive

        Police helicopter no he ain’t shy



        Police helicopter sharking through the sky

        Police helicopter landing on my eye



        Police helicopter don’t take no jive

        Police helicopter no he ain’t shy


You Always Sing The Same


        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same



        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same



        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same



        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same



        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same



        You always sing

        You always sing the

        You always sing the same


Grand Pappy Du Plenty