Freaky Styley Album

Artist(s): The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Cover Art

The Red Hot Chili Peppers Freaky Styley Cover Art

Tracklist

Jungle Man

length: 4:10
producer: George Clinton
membranophone: Cliff Martinez
lead vocals: Anthony Kiedis
mixer: Greg Ward
bass: Flea
guitar: Hillel Slovak
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez

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 felonious thunder
Fill the sky with hellfire
From way down down down under

I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am 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 throne

I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I am a jungle man
I get all the bush I can

Hollywood

length: 5:04
producer: George Clinton
lead vocals: Anthony Kiedis
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
mixer: Greg Ward
bass: Flea
guitar: Hillel Slovak
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
drums (drum set): Cliff Martinez
writer: The Meters
Take me back
Hold my hand
All the way back
To the brother land
Take me back
I want to go back
Take me back
And my funky *** band
All the way back
To the brother land
Take me back
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brother land
Now children
Hollywood
I want to get up and go
With my funky *** jams
All the way back
To the brother land
Take me back
I want to go back
Hollywood
Where the women
Is the women
And the man
Is the man
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brother land
Now children

American Ghost Dance

length: 3:46
producer: George Clinton
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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

If You Want Me to Stay

length: 4:08
producer: George Clinton
membranophone: Cliff Martinez
lead vocals: Anthony Kiedis
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
mixer: Greg Ward
bass: Flea
guitar: Hillel Slovak
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
lyricist: Sylvester Stewart, Sylvester Stewart
composer: Sylvester Stewart, Sylvester Stewart
If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there
Then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me

You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reachin' me by phone
Cause I promise

I'll be gone for a while
And when you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person

That you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman
Taking up my time

Oh how could I ever allow
I guess I wonder how
I could get out a pocket for fun
When you know that
You're never number two
Number one's gonna be number one

I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
When you see me again

I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could

Get this message over to you now
Get this message over to you now
I'll be so good
I wish I could

Nevermind

length: 2:48
producer: George Clinton
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
mixer: Greg Ward
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Jack Irons, Michael Peter Balzary
Never mind the Pac Jam
Never mind the Gap Band
Never mind the Zap Band
Never mind the Funk Scam

Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Never mind the British bands
Never mind the Synth Funk bands
Never mind the Wham Wham band
Never mind Duran Duran

Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Never mind the Soft Cell ****
That's strictly for the twits
Never mind the Men At Work
Those tunes are for the jerks

Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Never mind Hall and Oates
Those guys are a couple of goats
Never mind the Culture Club
That jive's just one big flub

Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Freaky Styley

length: 3:39
producer: George Clinton
mixer: Greg Ward
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
**** 'em just to see that look on their face
Say it out loud
I'm freaky styley and I'm proud!

Blackeyed Blonde

length: 2:41
producer: George Clinton
mixer: Greg Ward and Jim Vitti
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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
'Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou

She's the kind of girl
She's built like a bomb
She's the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blond, get down!

That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric sex a **** shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she's hot to 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 blond, Get down!

The Brothers Cup

length: 3:28
producer: George Clinton
membranophone: Cliff Martinez
lead vocals: Anthony Kiedis
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
mixer: Jim Vitti
bass: Flea
guitar: Hillel Slovak
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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 *** 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 tubs of love we're going to spread it around

Battle Ship

length: 1:54
producer: George Clinton
mixer: Greg Ward
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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 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

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 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’

length: 0:37
producer: George Clinton
mixer: Greg Ward
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
Loving and touching 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

Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
Love.

Catholic School Girls Rule

length: 1:57
producer: George Clinton
membranophone: Cliff Martinez
lead vocals: Anthony Kiedis
mixer: Greg Ward
bass: Flea
guitar: Hillel Slovak
writer: Flea, Anthony Kiedis, Cliff Martinez
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 Marylin Monroe
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 no life until you're dead
The good books says we must suppress
The good books says we must confess
But who cares what the good books says
Cause now she's taking off her dress
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

length: 1:55
producer: George Clinton
mixer: James Bauerlein and Red Hot Chili Peppers
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Jack Irons, Hillel Slovak, Michael Peter Balzary
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 ***** 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
For the moment, come on now, make her shout
Push it on in and pull it on out
Pump that lemon 'till it pouts

Open your legs to the sensual sound
Let the beauty of the beat pump your pretty wet mound
I can tell you're like a horny bloodhound
Feel the bass, hump the ground
Just drop your knees and come unbound
And now you make your mouth to get on down

Our lust for 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 viable stud
Because of what is know as a juicy wet pud
Gettin' it gettin' it gettin' it good

In my head, as a hellified hum
I take to rubbin' her on the bum
Just a little on the tum
With my thumb i stroke 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 her cum, make her cum, cum

Thirty Dirty Birds

length: 0:15
producer: George Clinton
mixer: Greg Ward
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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

length: 3:38
producer: George Clinton
trumpet: Bennie Cowan
saxophone: Maceo Parker
trombone: Fred Wesley
writer: Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak, Flea, Cliff Martinez
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
Lifted his hand
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

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

Yertle, Yertle the turtle
Yertle, Yertle the turtle