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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