You're in the middle of June in the summer of '59, I was young and cool, shot a bad game of pool, and I hustled all the chumps I could find. Now they call me the swan 'cause I wave my magic wand and I loved all the women to death. I partied hard, packed a mean rod, and I'll knock you out with a right or left

Nevermind the Pack Jam

Nevermind the Gap Band

Nevermind the Zapp Band

Nevermind the funk scam

'Cause we're Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind the British bands

Nevermind the synth funk bands

Nevermind the Wham Wham band

Nevermind Duran Duran

'Cause we're Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind the Soft Cell shit

That's strictly for the twits

Nevermind the Men At Work

Those tunes are for the jerks

'Cause we're Red Hot Chili Peppers

Nevermind Hall and Oates

Those guys are a couple of goats

Nevermind the Culture Club

That jive's just one big flub

'Cause we're Red Hot Chili Peppers