Cherry Poppin' Daddies все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

She was a woman of mystery
And what she wanted I could not see
A three year trip on the dragon
Until the clinic had to get me clean
We were a party and always drunk
Before I knew it, the wreckage sunk
Shake, trip, shimmy and we'd do the bump
Everybody's swingin' to the Brown Derby Jump

Lead pipe slammed in the storekeepers head
Looks like spaghetti decomposin' in bed
Please don't shoot, God think of my kids
You shut your yap ya dirty piece of shit
We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
We're Cosa Nostra
Cosa Nostra

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
I can't chew my food my face is sore
Momma didn't come home last evening
Neighbors say that she's a whore
some folks never want for nuthin'

Our house, in the dull gray suburbs
Where the buildings are comin' down
We live in the Polish Catholic Irish part of the town
I'll be waiting for you, you'll be makin' a scene
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Help you find your way out, then we'll get you clean
I'll be happy to find you at the end of the night
Find you at the end of the night

He's a friend to all the stars
Made a fortune selling cars
Not beyond a little sleaze
He's Mister White Keys

Wiley loves the tanning booth
Just a little altered truth
Made America's Who's Who

Come out and play
You're my mistake
You'll be much better than yesterday
Cursing quietly in the dark
Breathing sweet with a pounding heart
No forevers but good enough for medicine

Our magnetism I can't resist

Blaze in the night our miracle
Claims of the blood unbearable
With twilight frozen in a jewel
Wide awake as the bullwhip crack of noon

Roseanne
Roseanne

So long Toots, bound for Chicago, it's been swell
You got your hooks into me mamma, you know damn well
You know I gotta leave, before you're up a tree
And our good thing comes crashin' to the ground
So long Toots, bound for Chicago, it's been grand
It just as might as well be Morocco or Pakistan
Tonight is New Year's Eve, but there's nothin' up my sleeve
But a place to play where all the people swing around

The Soul Cadillac is drivin' up
The Soul Cadillac is in me
Well a soul transformed from a dirty truck
By a girl who loves me
I was alone
I wore the fragrance of men who worked in the heat
I work all day
Pouring the asphalt and shaping the concrete

Sound system won't you bring me back up
It's the one thing that I can depend on...

Try to describe to the limit of my ability
It's there a second and then it's given up what it used to be
Contained in music somehow more than just sound
The inspiration coming and it's twisting things around
Because--You always know that it's gonna have to go

Aw just get hip to the rhythm, and let the rhythm take you away
Don't get bored or excited, just look at ol' Dean Martin's face
It's an easy breezy motion, that's the way to make it all good
And you'll be a mighty swinger, just the same as Tiger Woods
I'm talkin' 'bout the big swing
The whole enchilada
The big swing
Do ya get me? Understood?

The Ding-Dong Daddy of the D-car line
Had a thing for the ladies for which he did time
He reaped a little more than he could sow
Of the pleasures the Mormons in Utah know
He could not restrain himself when he saw
A nice caboose

Say Ding

Who's that whisperin' in the trees?
It's two sailors and they're on leave
Pipes and chains and swingin' hands
Who's your daddy? Yes I am

Fat cat came to play
Now he can't run fast enough
You'd best stay away