Of course, I just had to bring up this Red Hot Chili Peppers song, Apache Rose Peacock. from Blood Sugar Sex Majik
Sittin'on a sack of beans, sittin'down in a
New Orleans,
You won't belive what I've seen, sittin'on that sack of beans.
Lunatics on pogo sticks, another soutern fried freak on a crucifix.
Hicks don't miss with politics, peolple on the street just kickin' to
the licks.
Yes my favorite place to be is not a land called Honah Lee.
Mentally or physic'lly,
I wanna be in
New Orleans.
Oh good brother, just when I throught that I had seen it all, My
eyes popped out, my dick got hard and I dropper 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. It's not a land called Honah Lee.
Mentally or physic'lly,
I wanna be in
New Orleans.
A little boy came along, name of Louis Armstrong.
Said that 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 you hair, your skin so bare.
I'll take you with me girl, anywhere.
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 on of those built-in heaters.