Why do you do what you do
I do what I want to do
who said you could do what you do
I told you who told me to
I do what I want to do
I do what I want to do

funky crime funky crime
don't you know funk's colors blind
well I've committed a funky crime
against a state of mind

Hey you mister interview
I don't have to answer you
this is what I grew into
don't judge me and my soul stew

Me and my, me and my, me and my,
me and my, me and my friends

Like two sweet peas
in an even sweeter pod
that's my friend
and my friends's named Bob
like the devil knows hell
I know Bob well
well enough to tell you
'bout his 67 smells
well enough to tell you
he's a hell-a-swell fellow
well enough to tell you
that we know each other better
than we know our selves
like freaks of a feather

Someone spilled blood many years ago
someone spilled blood but do you know
that from the backwoods
where the Chuck Berrys grow
come your long tall
daddies of a rock and roll

Take me to your backwoods now
take me to your backwoods now

Spinning' down from the clouds
like a tornado
spinnin' out of control
like a psychedelic soul
with a rhythm hittin' harder
than Larry Holmes
come your long tall

Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
he's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
across the dance floor he does scoot
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

The caboose that could he goes toot toot
been known to gag and sometimes puke
a very good friend of granny goose
he's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

One day while bathing in the sea
my talking dolphin spoke to me
he spoke to me in symphony
from freedom's peace beneath the sea
he looked to me eyes full of love
said yes we live behind the sun

Behind the sun

The sun goes up
and the sun gets down
but like the heart of the sun
my heart continues to pound

Now while I shower in the rain
I watch my dolphin swim away
the one who listens to the surf

Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off

God knows when but you're doin' it again!
you better duck down the alleyway lookin'for a new friend
the man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten

Version 1
Well, my young lady, she lives
three houses away
she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming
to me fuckin' you every night
well, let me say hey

I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on, party on your pussy
I want to party on your pussy, baby
I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Struck by lust in a telephone booth

All you slingers and fiends
hide behind your rocks
put down your guard
I'm not here to box
this is no showdown
so throw down your guns
you see it doesn't matter
where you come from
you could be from park ave
or from a park bench
you could be a politican
or a bitchy princess
but if you're lookin' for a fist
and you're lookin' to unite
put your knuckleheads together
make a fist and fight

She's a witch
a bonafide bore
what's more - she snores
and that is a fact
cow eyes lie
yes it's time to resist
how did I ever
get into this
how could I ever
have kissed that bitch
so what if she's
got big tits

She's the kinda girl
who changas her mind really quick
she's the kinda girl who
won't just let things sit

she came like a cat
like a cat to cat nop
she came in my lap

Well I'm walking on down the road
but it can't be heaven
'cause the streets aren't gold
and everybody knows what bobby d was told
I'm walkin' on down the road

Groovin' a tune straight out of the womb
trust is a must to be a true blue dude
that's a matter of fact don't be confused
evebody knows true friends are few

Everybody come in, everybody sing, sing my song

My love comes, and when it does
it's a crazy kind of
selective affection
my love flows lika a wize guy's tie
in the zanniest of directions
my love protection, my love erection
you better get some of my infection
my love can be-a-bigger than
the hoover dam
my love can hide behind
a grain of sand
my love for life is fueled by
the love for my man
I love his mother and
the silly mystic man

Welcome friends to my thoughts of when
the fax city 4 were four young men
time has come, now we jam
with the uplift mofo party plan
we're the organic anti-beat box band

One comes from the holy land
another was born an australian
me i'm from michigan
but hollywood is the land of lands
it's a hollywood jam

We represent the hollywood kids
hollywood is where we live
we represent the hollywood kids