| Lyrics: | 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. is the place, sets my mind ablaze
For me, it's a race through a
cotton pickin' maze
The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well
sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the
ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb
Poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out
The action
never stops, I'm as wild as can be
'Cos I'm shooting for the top and my best friend is
Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls to pop
But he never met the Tree so he never
be-bopped out hop!
Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
Was a bad mother
jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hellified hat
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 'em all
By the time he got to ninety nine, he had
to stop
Because that's when he thought that he heard a phone
Last night and the
night before, I heard a
Fop outside, then I came in doors
Freak out!
Now that I
told you a little something about the Flea
A little something about the Tree, a little
something about me
I can't leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy, he swings the yang, he bangs
the yang
And now, it's time to hear him do his playin', you better be burning
Sherman!
We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million
others in this place called L.A.
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