Songtexte:
Cherry Poppin Daddies Rapid City Muscle Car

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

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' Daddies

They pumped out his stomach thirty barbie heads For deb, he made it rain for deb Lives on sugar packets and moldy dumpster bread He's rockin' out, he'

She describes them to him every mornin' He has no dreams at all They have no children to speak of As he complains about the mileage of his car And don

Face club, pal I went and fished with my fly I stepped to the urinal When i noticed a guy He was punishin' the bishop I'ze tryin' to get a stain off And

is moanin' in the stockyard Devil bury daddy down deep in hell The last time i saw him, he was dead drunk Leavin' in a box car I'm one mean orphan hitchin

Her fingernails are diamond white Of butchered bodies in the morgue And then she shakes her hair across her eyes A pastel sunset colored the sky, the city