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Apache Rose Peacock

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Rock Band Canonical path: /rock-band/apache-rose-peacock Related lyric paths: 6
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Apache Rose Peacock

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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 Hannah Lee

Mentally or physically

I wanna be in New Orleans

Oh good brother just when I tought

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

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 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

You fare well in stormy wheater

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 funcky 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 wheater

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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