Cherry Poppin' Daddies Follow

Stop!
Bend over, 'cuz I'm-a take you in the park
I gotta sensory deprivation chamber
That doctors call the heart

And we?re just birds of a feather
Who get their clothes in a tear,
Cross yourself in front of the hearse
'Cuz I'm-a pull your underwear

Who loves ya, dear?

I'm here for Julie Grave,
She's the type I crave
She's not bikinis and toner
And drugstore l-l-lemonade
And she's twice my age,
So get all your bubble booties off the stage
My little l-l-libertines...

She stomped like a Clydesdale into my path
Just a big mouth cooze with a motor-driven ass
Awww!

When she loves, it gets violent
Take up a stall in the public head
She's like a n-n-nun in black lipstick,
Her face powdered like she's dead

She just got done with divorcing
The guy who gave her all the bucks
I guess she killed her desire to cheat on him
By taking up harder drugs

Aww, who needs a hug?

I'm here for Julie Grave,
She's the type I crave
She's not bikinis and toner

And she's wise and brave,
So tell all the bubble booties to behave
She?s Zsa Zsa, she's Bettie Page...

She's a top calamity star attraction
And not one moment of zero action!

Come on, sing the song!

Na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na...
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na...

My double, our couple,
Tripled to menage, yeah
We?ll ford the River Styx and flow like a drunken boat that
Cuts through your blacktop mirage

Julie Grave,
She's the one I crave
She's not bikinis or cola or lemonade...

God, these jokes are dry,
We?re on a golden elevator to the sky,
My little Gemini...

Im here for Julie Grave,
She?ll be back some day,
You?ll hear a six-titted goddess singing a murder melody,
and that's fine with me
So give all your bubble booties back to Jesus
And kindly l-l-l-l-leave us

Oh, Lord, who summoned up Julie Grave?

Stop!
Bend over, 'cuz I'm-a take you in the park
I gotta sensory deprivation chamber