Founds total 3 songs
Blackeyed Blonde
Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans. She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon Street dream. She's just made out of flesh and bones. But let me tell you little boy you better leave her alone.
Battle Ship
Three miles off the coast of Beirut. New Jersey's guns get ready to shoot. Take a walk down the firing room. Fire one it's shakedown cruise. Battle ship Battle ship.
Baby Appeal
On the city streets, I got the tunes in my pocket. I'll play the Chili Pepper so the public can rock. Excuse me mister, won't you hear my thought?. I play in a band, yeah, we're called the Red Hots.
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