Apache Rose Peacock
Sittin' on a sack of beansSittin' down in New OrleansYou wouldn't believe what I've seenSitting on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo sticksAnother southern fried freak on a crucifixHicks don't mix with politicsPeople on the street just kickin' to the licks
[M1]Yes my favorite place to beIs not a land called Honah LeeMentally or physicallyI wanna be in New Orleans
Oh good brother just when I thoughtThat I had seen it allMy eyes popped out, my dick got hardAnd I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin down the blockName Apache Rose PeacockI could not speak I was in shockI told my knees to please not knock
[M1]
A little boy came alongName of Louis ArmstrongSaid that girl who left me sillyShe liked the looks of me and my willy
So I found her in the quarterGood God how I adored herOh she made me feel so cozyWhen she told me I could call her Rosey
[M2]I kiss your hair your skin so bareI'll take you with me girl anywhereYou fare well in stormy weatherI never met a girl that I liked better
Twinkle twinkle little starShining down on my blue carDrivin' down the boulevardShe was soft and I was hard
Apache Rose gotta rockin' peacockHottest ass on the goddamn blockRockin' to the beat of the funky ass metersShe has one of those built in heaters
[M2]
Voodoo gurus casting their spellsCockatoo drag queens shakin' their bellsSilver sound escapes the trumpetWatch your leg someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt let's rockGettin' it on under your frockFlowing like a flame all through the nightMy girl's insane but it's all right