text: LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze
  For me its a race through a cotton-picking maze
  For you its a chase, but I lose you in the haze
  I like spend my days while youre catchin rain in your cage
  Go out!
  The town makes me jump, its got a bunch of bad chicks
  Well sure, its got some chumps, but I still get my kicks
  My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe pick
  Alike dump on a thumb
  Pop hump, hump, hump, pop out
  The action never stops, Im as wild as can be
  Because Im shooting for the top, and my best friend is Flea
  Oom Chucka Willy knew the balls could pop
  But he never met the Tree so he never bebopped, hop out
  Antoine the Swan, from the pretty fish pond
  Was a bad motherfucker, you could tell he was strong
  He wore a cold paisley jacket and a hella fine ass
  In between his legs was a sweet young lass
  Threw a hundred women up against the wall
  And he swore to the devil that hed fuck em all
  By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop
  Cause his penis and his ball were about to pop
  Last night and the night before
  I heard a fop outside, then I came indoors!
  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 cant leave you hangin about my man Oom Chucka Willie
  From the coconut grove, was a mean mother fucker
  And Slim get down, lets rock your guitar!
  Were all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
  Along with six million others in this place called LA
  Step out!