text: Were all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
  Along with six million others in this place called LA
  LA is the place, sets my mind ablaze
  For me, its a race through a cotton-picking maze
  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 friends a 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 mother jumper, you could tell he was strong
  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 fear that hed love them all
  By the time he got to ninety-nine, he had to stop
  Cause thats when he thought that he heard a fop
  Last night and the night before
  I heard a fop outside, then I
  Came indoors! Rock out!
  Now that I told ya somethin about the Flea
  Somethin bout the Tree
  A little somethin bout me
  I cant leave you hanging bout my man Sherm Zee
  He swings the ying, he bangs the yang
  And now, its time to hear him do his thang
  You better be burnin Sherman!
  Were all a bunch of brothers living in a cool way
  Along with six million others in this place called LA
  Step out!