Apache Rose Peacock Lyrics

Apache Rose Peacock

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 (MI.)
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
Name
Apache Rose Peacock
I could not speak I was in shock
I told my knees to
please not knock

(repeat MI.)

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

I kiss your hair your skin so bare
I'll take you with me girl
anywhere (MII)
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

(repeat MII)

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

(repeat MI.)