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Released: May 1, 1988

The Abbey Road E.P.

Label: EMI
Release date: May 1988

“Fire”
Produced by: Michael Beinhorn
Written by: Jimi Hendrix
Taken from the B side of the 12″ Fight Like A Brave
© Bella Godiva Music Inc. (ASCAP)
© 1987 EMI Records USA

“Backwoods”
Produced by: Michael Beinhorn
Written by: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Taken from the album The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
© 1987 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)
© 1987 EMI Records USA

“Catholic School Girls Rule”
Produced by: George Clinton
Written by: Red Hot Chili Peppers
Taken from the album Freaky Styley
© 1987 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)
© 1985 EMI Records USA

“Hollywood (Africa)”
Produced by: George Clinton
Written by: The Meters
Taken from the album Freaky Styley
© 1985 Screen Gems ‚Äì EMI Music Inc./Moebetoblame Music (BMI)
© 1985 EMI Records USA

“True Men Don’t Kill Coyotes”
Produced by: Andy Gill
Written by: Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Jack Sherman & Cliff Martinez
Taken from the album The Red Hot Chili Peppers
© 1984 Moebetoblame Music (BMI)
© 1984 EMI Records

Designed by: Abraham Pants
Photograph by: Chris Clunn

© 1988 EMI-Manhattan Records, a division of Capitol Records, Inc.

Fire
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


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


Hollywood (Africa)
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...