JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com – Grup band asal Amerika Serikat, Red Hot Chili Peppers, memopulerkan lagu berjudul “Apache Rose Peacock”.
Lagu bergenre rock tersebut dirilis pada 1991 melalui label Warner Records.
“Apache Rose Peacock” muncul dalam album studio kelima mereka yang bertajuk Blood Sugar Sex Magik.
Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu The Righteous & the Wicked - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Apache Rose Peacock” dari Red Hot Chili Peppers.
E7
Sittin' on a sack of beans
Sittin' down in New Orleans
You wouldn't believe what I've seen
Sitting on that sack of beans
Lunatics on pogo sticks
Another southern fried freak on a crucifix
Hicks don't mix with politics
People on the street just kickin' to the licks
Chorus:
Dm7 A7
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honalee
Oh, mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans
A7
Oh good brother, just when I thought
That I had seen it all
My eyes popped out, my dick got hard
And I dropped my jaw
I saw a bird walkin' down the block
Name Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to please not knock
Chorus
A little boy came along
Name of Louis Armstrong
Said that girl who left me silly
She liked the looks of me and my willy
So I found her in the quarter
Good God, how I adored her
Oh she made me feel so cozy
When she told me I could call her Rosey
Chorus:
I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better
Twinkle twinkle little star
Shining down on my blue car
Drivin' down the boulevard
She was soft and I was hard
Apache Rose gotta rockin' Peacock
Hottest ass on the goddamn block
Rockin' to the beat of the funky ass Meters
She has one of those built-in heaters
Chorus:
I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me, girl, anywhere
You fare well in stormy weather
I never met a girl that I liked better
Voodoo gurus casting their spells
Cockatoo drag queens shakin' their bells
Silver sound escapes the trumpet
Watch your leg someone might hump it
Chicken strut your butt let's rock
Gettin' it on under your frock
Flowing like a flame all through the night
My girl's insane but it's all right
Chorus:
Yes, my favorite place to be
Is not a land called Honalee
Oh, mentally or physically
I wanna be in New Orleans