Lyrics of 'Poster Child' by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Melle Mel and Richard Hell were dancing at the Taco Bell
When someone heard a Rebel Yell, I think it was an infidel
Adam Ant and Robert Plant, the banter of a sycophant
Enlisted by Ulysses Grant to record at the Record Plant
Islamabad is on the nod, Havana and the riot squad
And if you want to be a mod, you'll have to meet me at the quad

You got the best of my loco
I'll take the rest of your showboat
You got the best of my Yoko
I'll take the rest of your low note

Parliamеnt's Atomic Dog, the hats were filling up with fog
Talk about thе life and death of every penny analogue
The seventies were such a win, singing the Led Zeppelin
Lizzy looking mighty Thin, the Thomson's had another Twin
My daughter won the lottery, the numbers never thought of me
Ramones had a lobotomy, so spin me like your pottery

I will be your poster child
Ya know the world is ours for a little while
And then, I will be your poster child tonight, ow
La-da-da-da, bum-bum-budum

A funky feast of Sandinista, Neon mono Mona Lisa
PJudas Priest the sweet barista, mother load was named Teresa
Bubble gum I cum Bazooka, Dirty Dan, Dean and Deluca
Smoked banana in your hookah, now I know the brand is RVCA
Bernie Mac and Caddy Shack were dusty as the brickerbrac
And if you ask me for the time I'll tell you that The Future's Back

You got the best of my loco
I'll take the rest of your showboat
You got the best of my Yoko
I'll take the rest of your low note

Steve Miller and Duran Duran, a joker dancing in the sand
Van Morrison the astral man, a festival they have in Cannes
Speak of Chico and the Man, the silence of a certain lamb
MC5 kick out the jam, a poncho full of contraband
Dairy Queen was on the scene, the EveryKid teen magazine
The Motorhead and Mr. Clean, my piston needed Valvoline

I will be your poster child
You know the world is ours for a little while
And then I will be your poster child tonight
La-da-da-da, bum-bum-budum

You got me on this
Well and I can't get off
With no one else but you
You turn me on to
Well then I can't get up
For no one else but you

Cream magazine and Love Supreme, the ballad of a Billie Jean
And now we know the Status Quo, but God would never save the queen
Dave Mushegain, Copenhagen, cowboy ghost of Ronald Regan
Dollar save was Flavor Flavin’, cosmic rays of Carl Sagan
Hammer fist a double kisse unlisted number purple mist
Chubby Checker do the twist, and everyone's a narcissist

You got the best of my loco
I'll take the rest of your showboat
You got the best of my Yoko
I'll take the rest of your low note

The water bed was taking meds and Devo with the hats of red
A fatty for the Natty Dread, a pocket full of Talking Heads
Maya's making paper planes, addiction to the days of Janes
My Slurpee’s made of Purple Rain, ten fingers in the lion's mane
Giant squid, Karate Kid, Sid Vicious in the katydid
The planet that we must forbid, the English Beat are in Madrid

I will be your poster child
You know the world is ours for a little while
And then, I will be your poster child tonight
La-da-da-da, bum-bum-budum

I will be your poster child
You know the world is ours for a little while
And then, I will be your poster child tonight
La-da-da-da, bum-bum-budum