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.
Step out!