Red Hot Chili Peppers - If You Have to Ask (Woodstock 12th August 1994)

A wannabe gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy Tank head Mr Bonnie and Clyde guy Look him in the eye He's not my kinda guy Never wanna be Confusion proof Pudding's sweet But too aloof Orange eye girl With blackslide Dew said Yo homie Who you talkin' to A backed up paddywagon Mackin' on a cat's ass One upper cut To the cold upper middle class Born to storm On boredom's face And a little lust To the funky ass Flea bass Most in the race Just loose their grace The blackest hole In all of space Crooked as a hooker Now suck my thumb Anybody wanna come get some If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfucker Will not be told to go If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfucker Will not be told to go (oh woh woh) Don't ask me why I'm flying so high Mr Bubble meets superfly In my third eye Searching for a soul bride She's my freakette Soak it up inside Deeper than a secret Much more Than meets the eye To the funk I fall into my new ride My hand my hand Magic on the one Is a medicine man Thinkin' of a few Taboos that I ought to kill Dancin' on their face Like a stage on Vaudeville I feel so good Can't be understood Booty of a hoodlum Rockin' my red hood If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfucker Will not be told to go If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfucker Will not be told to go (oh woh woh)