Apache Rose Peacock lyrics
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 Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in New Orleans 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, Her name Apache Rose Peacock I could not speak I was in shock I told my knees to please not knock Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in New Orleans A little boy came along Name of Louis Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She likes 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 Rosie 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 like 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 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 like 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 Yes my favorite place to be Is not a land called Honah Lee Mentally or physically I wanna be in New Orleans
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