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Crackhouse Blues lyrics
Johnny please don't tell the people 'bout the bluebirds flight
Wasting education on a Tuesday night
Yes, you are my pussy, you're just being mean
Covering up the muscle in your Jordache jeans
Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey
To the crackhouse blues
Do the mashed potato till your feet glow green
Got to sweep the floor to keep the crackhouse clean
Took me to the movies but the doctor said
Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone, who is it?
Someone has come to visit
Everybody do the hokey pokey
To the crackhouse blues
Driving off the bridges 'cause they got no class
Barbara's got my number, now I've got to run
Pizzas to deliver in the crackhouse slum, you know
Sometimes when the night gets hot
I search around for the crack I lost
I wouldn't expect for you to notice me
I would not expect you to say 'Johnny'
Do the mashed potato till your feet glow green
Got to sweep the floor to keep the crackhouse clean
Took me to the movies, but the doctor said
Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone like we do
Someone has come to see you
Everybody do the hokey pokey
To the crackhouse blues
Johnny please don't tell the people 'bout the bluebirds flight
Wasting education on a Tuesday night
Yes, you are my pussy, you're just being mean
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Gemstones
- 4 Over the Sunrise
- 6 Before My Bedtime
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- Track 3 on Emily
- 2 The Rotary Shakes
- 4 What a Waster
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