Text/Music: Anthony Kiedis, Michael Peter Balzary (Flea), John Frusciante, Chad Smith

On the boards, stitchin' time
Get yours, got mine
In a minute iìll be there
Stick tight, get square

You can do it in the hypmodrome
Slide back, trombone
Everybody got a TV tone
That's right, oh no

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, sing me a song
Gotta get up on your run

. . . . . . .

So much more than
Charlie's stickin' me
To my core and
Charlie's shakin' me
Tell my story
Charlie's makin' me
Charlie's makin' me smile

. . . . . .

Everybody do the twist
Get the message, awfully Swiss
Move around like a scientist
Lay down, get kicked

Quick quick if you wanna get up alive
Big daddy scooted by
Every wedding in disguise
Some set, sometimes

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, sing me a song
Gotta get up on your run

. . . . . . .

So much more than
Charlie's stickin' me
To my core and
Charlie's shakin' me
Tell my story
Charlie's makin' me
Charlie's makin' me smile

. . . . . . .

My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive, without a supply
You're right, I'm wrong
We're freed, belong
Winter's quick sign has come into light

. . . . . . .

When I pick up on that smell
Pick it up and run like hell
Little woman, sing me a song
Gotta get up on your run

All I ever wanted to
Was pick it up and run with you
Slipped into a summer spell
Double up and run like hell

. . . . . .

So much more than
Charlie's stickin' me
To my core and
Charlie's shakin' me
Tell my story
Charlie's makin' me
Charlie's makin' me smile

. . . . . .

My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive, without a supply
You're right, I'm wrong
We're freed, belong
Winters' quick sign has come into light

My heart, your skin
This love, I'm in
We don't arrive, without a supply
You're right, I'm wrong
We're freed, belong
Winter's quick sign has come into light...

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