Mamma married a big asshole Whiskey bottles on the floor He just keeps on watchin' TV Stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
little 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
Hear my voice, where you are Take a train, steal a car Hop a freight, grab a star Come back to me Catch a flame, catch a breeze On your hands, on your
He's a friend to all the stars Made a fortune selling cars Not beyond a little sleaze He's Mister White Keys Wifey loves the tanning booth Just a little
smokey like an opium den First she giggles and blows you a kiss Then she'll whisper sweet nothings like a serpent's hiss Broadway rhythm top hat and cane Poppin
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
Well with bloodshot eyes I'm finally broke I feel like I just had a stroke We made a stain, she said my name I drank a thousand beers for that dame Now
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
the pink elephant With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants A shave and a haircut, knock knock Would for sure get you in to see the Cherry Poppin
my 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
Here comes the snake and he circles your leg He comes to play and make your body parts shake baby He comes swervin' down your hall It'll feel so good
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
so cold A boy who rose on [incomprehensible] in a field of poppies Poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies Red poppies, red poppies, red poppies
I am corruptible by name And I basically know how to master any simple game And I shall twist in the wind And like a blade of grass I'll survive and I
What if I could tell the world I see you? What if I could make them understand? And if I could show those fools they need you It wouldn't change the fact
And what about the times Now I'm grabbing out at breaking glass An attempt to find a memory That makes it seem glorious or at least okay But all I have
If you were Audrey Hepburn And gracefully you set about your scene And the moral of the story Successfully adapted to the screen Would it make any difference
Tell me your will and it shall be done Because you need a disciple and I am one And I believe because I do Before I learned a thing, I knew you A disciple