Texty:
Cherry Poppin Daddies

He could not restrain himself when he saw a nice caboose Say ding (Ding) Say dong (Dong) That Ding-Dong Daddy he did sixteen women wrong The Ding-Dong Daddy

taste of Heaven And he only wants to hold your hand Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man Good God, Cherry Poppin' Daddy

his pals Once he met a musician Shook his hand like a soul man Not a lot like you or me He's Mister White Keys He climbs into daddy's Benz And goes

No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand Think your drinkin' wine, dad, it's blood of the lamb That's no way to treat your son, now is it Abraham

Jump, jump jump jump Jump, jump jump jump She was a woman of mystery And what she wanted I could not see A three year trip on the dragon Until the clinic

soul for an airplane seat Now, that I changed your mind You don't want me At least not in that way You don't want me And that drives me crazy Cherry poppin' daddy

Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan You can't trust him 'cause he's never alone Then he'll start talkin' chicken shit And grab your fuzzy dice

Lyrics courtesy of Meisje 2:29, last call Drink 'em or lose 'em, we're grabbin' 'em all I got a cab but no friends in the world Won't you come home

So long toots, bound for Chicago, it's been swell You got your hooks into me mamma, you know damn well You know, I gotta leave before you're up a tree