Cherry Poppin' Daddies Follow

Trusting in the breeze*
I fled my way to this hotel, uh-huh
The sun down on my spirits
Were the needles of the trees
Love hissing at a king uncrowned, uh-huh

And he flounders towards the sound of the big band lounge
Care to see me sway
Like a windshield wiper?
Then the big hand hits the six,
That's when they know I get hyper.

In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.

Let the world sail on.
I don't miss it, I don't care that it's gone. No, no
Like Robinson Crusoe with cirrhosis up ahead
That cellar's full of 'Bandeau' red, uh-huh

For you're a one-time thoroughbred, but I guess I'm proud
Proud to meet your death,
it's time to pay the damned piper,
Crush the Cuban cigar out right on the kid's ceramic tiger

In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.

Wingtips, black socks, diaper.
Wingtips, black socks, diaper.

I'll throw down this cheerful boutonniere and swim out with the rift
To stop the echo down the hallway empty in time with faucet drips

Til then it's wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips and my black socks...

I see paper trails...

Bub-bub-bub-bub-bub-bub...

Bubbles in champagne...

Trusting in the breeze*
I fled my way to this hotel, uh-huh
The sun down on my spirits