Red Hot Chili Peppers - Tippa My Tongue Lyrics


Red Hot Chili Peppers - Tippa My Tongue Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya

Well, I'm an animal

Somethin' like a cannibal

I'm very flammable

And partially programmable

Centuries of overuse

Now I wear it nice and loose

 

[Verse 2]

Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya

Well, it's ubiquitous

Tell me, can you stick to this?

I'm on the brink of this

And tell me what you think of this

I'm in the Beauregard's

Slow me down if I get hard

[Chorus]

We've only just begun

Funky monks are on the run

Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I know what the kiss would say

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah

Gonna get you now

 

[Guitar Solo]

 

[Verse 3]

Her perfume smells like gasoline

My girlfriend's trash is nice and clean

Acid landing on my tongue

I think you know we've just begun

She don't want the ladies room

Transatlantic super groom

 

[Verse 4]

Your hairplane is a monument

The sexy art of continence

And now I know you by your scent

Let it be, we both get bent

Need a minute to repair

Sunny-siders always share

[Chorus]

We've only just begun

Funky monks are on the run

Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I know what your kiss would say

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah

I'm gonna get you with the tip of my gun

 

[Instrumental Break]

 

[Verse 5]

Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya

Well, I believe in love

Perfectly receivin' love

It's vociferous

Then come and get a whiff of this

I'm at the pyramids

Never had a fear of kids

 

[Verse 6]

Ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya, ya

I'm on the precipice

I come and make a mess of this

It's the apocalypse

I try to get a sock of this

I'm at the county fair

Haystack ride, I'll pull your hair

[Chorus]

We've only just begun

Funky monks are on the run

Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And when you walk away

I know what your kiss would say

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah

Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my gun

We've only just begun

Funky monks are on the run

Gonna, gonna, gonna get you with the tip of my tongue

And if you walk away

I know what your kiss would say

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah, ah

Gonna get you now

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