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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