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Released: September 29, 1987

Uplift Mofo Party Plan

Label: EMI
Release date: September 29, 1987
Producer: Michael Beinhorn
Mixed by: John Potoker
Recorded by: Judie Clapp
Mastered by: Howie Weinberg
Recorded at: Capitol Studios, Hollywood, CA; El Dorado Studio, Hollywood, CA.
Illustration by: Gary Panter
Artwork direction by: Henry Marquez

Tracks 1, 3, 8, 11 written by Red Hot Chili Peppers
Tracks 2, 4, 5, 9, 12 written by Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Jack Irons & Hillel Slovak
Track 6 written by Red Hot Chili Peppers & Michael Beinhorn
Track 7 written by Bob Dylan
Track 10 written by Red Hot Chili Peppers & Cliff Martinez
© 1987 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)

Additional Musicians:
Party Vocals on “Organic Anti-Beat Box Band” ‚Äì Bill, Lola, Gary, Toni, Perry, Tammy, Addie Manny, Michael Beinhorn, Annie Newman, Loesha, Bob, Norwood Fisher, Kevin, Angelo Moore, David Kenoly

© 1987 EMI Records

Fight Like A Brave


All you slingers and friends

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 politician

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 talkin' bout that 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 yourself a break

Get it through your head

And get it 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



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

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

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 color 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 color 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 cold gloom

And who made you the judge

Always room for funky tunes

And yes I funk it up

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 color blind

Well I've committed a funky crime

Against a state of mind



Funky crime

Funky crime

A 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

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, 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 friend's named Bob

Like the devil knows hell

I know Bobby well

Well enough to tell you

‘Bout his 67 smells

Well enough to tell you

He's a hell-a-swell-a fellow

Well enough to tell you

That we know each other better

Than we know ourselves

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

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

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

Bit I need him like

My heart needs to beat

At this point

In this friendly verse

I've gotta sing a little something

That I haven't rehearsed

It's about my man

And his name is Hillel

For whom my love

Is soul-brother sacred

Take it Huckleberry

Slim Boy take it



Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

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

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my friends

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 rock and roll



Take me to your backwoods now

Take me to your backwoods now



Spinnin' 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



Mr. Uplift Mofo – my man Bo Diddley

Hit sippin' a bottle of nickel ripple

Play the lickity split finger lickin' licks

For all you wicked city slick chicks

And all you nitty gritty hicks

We'll make your nipples ripple

Make you wanna dip your dipple

Make you wanna soak your hickory stick

That's right

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

Who was 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 milks his cow

The Howlin' 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

Take me to your backwoods now

Take me to your backwoods now

Take me to your backwoods


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 very 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

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



Behind the sun



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

Behind the sun

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

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



Behind the sun


Subterranean Homesick Blues
Party On Your Pussy (formerly Special Secret Song Inside)


Well, my landlady, she lives three houses away

She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me "Fuck me'

Anthony, 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



Struck by lust in a telephone booth

Busted by a cop; he said "That's uncouth'

He said that she can hear my baby screaming to me "Fuck me'

Anthony, 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



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


No Chump Love Sucker


She's a witch a bat

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 changes 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 nap

She came in my life

With her womanly hips

When I first met her

I came unglued

Well I played the part of

A blueblooded fool

I'm through with your sewage

I'm through with your trash

Well I always knew that I'd

Get the last laugh



She's the kinda girl

Who changes 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 back for cover

But no, no, no, no

I'm no chump love sucker



No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

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

"You dirty rat'

She's bitch and a brat

And a living disaster

She thought she was fast

But I was faster



No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker

No chump love sucker


Walkin' On Down The Road


Well I'm walkin' 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

'Cause trust is a must to be a true blue dude

That's a matter of fact don't be confused

Everybody knows true friends are few

Everybody come, every body sing, sing my song

Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong

Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song



Well I'm walkin' 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 mama bear hugs her baby bear cubs

A dude he can't lose when lives on love

Like the bark on a tree

Like the skin on my knees

I'm standin' by my blood



Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song

Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong

Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song

Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song

Everybody knows, everybody thinks that I've done wrong

Everybody come, everybody sing, sing my song



Well I'm walkin' 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

I'm walkin' on down the road

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 like a wise guy's tie

In the zaniest of directions

My love protection, my love erection

You better get some of my affection

My love can be 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 band

I love his mother and

The silly mixed up man

Some people think he's bad

They say he doesn't laugh

And ask my dad



My love is death to apartheid rule

My love is the deepest depth, the ocean blues

My love is the Zulu groove

My love is the coop-a-loop move

My love is lightning's blues

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 a fresh set of buns

My love for the feel of the drums

My love for a bunch of knuckleheads

My love for the sweet smell of bread

My love for the legs that I spread

My love for the fat natty dread

My love, my love



My love is my toes in the sand

My love is my dick in my head

My love is my toes in the sand

My love is my dick in my head


Organic Anti-Beat Box Band


Welcome my 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

Listen now to this jam

To the power of the drummer

'Cause the drummer's bad

It's a Hollywood jam

Let's rock



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 and the girls got hot

The party's got boys and the boys got socks

Something popped the doors unlocked

The house got up ran around the block

Sit down house

Take off your blouse



We represent the Hollywood kids

Hollywood is where we live

This is for 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