We're All A Bunch Of Brothers Livin' In A Cool Way


Along With Six Million Others In This Place Called L.A.


L.A. Is The Place, Sets My Mind Ablaze


For Me, It's A Race Through A Cotton Pickin' Maze


The Town Makes Me Jump, It's Got A Bunch Of Bad Chicks


Well Sure, It's Got Some Chumps But I Still Get My Kicks


My Body Loves To Scrump When I Lick The Ripe Pick


Like A Come On A Thumb


Poppin' Hump, Hump, Hump, Pop Out


The Action Never Stops, I'm As Wild As Can Be


'Cos I'm Shooting For The Top And My Best Friend Is Flea


Oom Chucka Willy Knew The Balls To Pop


But He Never Met The Tree So He Never Be-bopped Out Hop!


Antwan The Swan, From The Pretty Fish Pond


Was A Bad Mother Jumper, You Could Tell He Was Strong


He War A Cold Paisley Jacket And A Hellified Hat


And Between His Legs Was A Sweat Young Lass


He Threw A Hundred Women Up Against The Wall


And He Swore To Fear That He'd Love 'em All


By The Time He Got To Ninety Nine, He Had To Stop


Because That's When He Thought That He Heard A Phone


Last Night And The Night Before, I Heard A


Fop Outside, Then I Came In Doors


Freak Out!


Now That I Told You A Little Something About The Flea


A Little Something About The Tree, A Little Something About Me


I Can't Leave You Hangin' But My Man Shermzy, He Swings The Yang, He Bangs The Yang


And Now, It's Time To Hear Him Do His Playin', You Better Be Burning Sherman!


We're All A Bunch Of Brothers Livin' In A Cool Way


Along With Six Million Others In This Place Called L.A.


Step Out!