Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Julie Grave, artist - Cherry Poppin' Daddies. Album song Susquehanna, in the genre
Date of issue: 09.06.2008
Record label: Space Age Bachelor Pad
Song language: English
Julie Grave |
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 drugstore l-l-lemonade, |
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? |