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.
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.