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!