Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slapstick , by - Cherry Poppin' Daddies. Song from the album Skaboy JFk, in the genre Release date: 28.09.2009
Record label: Space Age Bachelor Pad
Song language: English
Slapstick |
| I do the jiggle with a funny face |
| A Charlie Chaplin messiah |
| I’ll break into the safe |
| And light a bonfire |
| Well, if I dotted to dot my feelin’s |
| Now wouldn’t that make you feel good? |
| But I prefer my mystery to your bullshit anal world |
| I’m jumpin' out of my skin |
| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in |
| Stevie’s got the atmosphere that’s gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby |
| 'Cuz there’s only one way |
| And I don’t want you to pay |
| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way |
| Savoir faire is everywhere |
| Gimme Slapstick |
| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears |
| Gimme Slapstick |
| So stick your hands up, little babies |
| You’re in the cakewalk part of your life |
| Everything is uphill from here |
| But you’re starin' up at the big knife |
| They’re gonna bore your ass to pieces |
| And stick the grip tape to your bones |
| You’ll remember all the fun you had |
| But realize it was just a loan… still |
| I’m jumping out of my skin |
| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in |
| Stevie’s got the atmosphere, I’m gonna bounce you outta the herd baby |
| And there’s only one way |
| And I don’t want you to pay |
| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way |
| Savoir faire is everywhere |
| Gimme Slapstick |
| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears |
| Gimme Slapstick |
| I want to get it, I wanna get it, I wanna get it up |
| I wanna make you slap your knee… Understand me… Call out for tech support… |
| Thumb your nose at the tortured times… come on, baby… Huh! |
| You’ll realize that you lost something |
| When you lose this fantasy world |
| And the nine to five’n baby thought police |
| Get you marchin' on to the dirge |
| They’re cobblin' up those Frankensteiny boots for you to wear |
| You will find it baby hard to move when they stiffin' up your big hair |
| I’m jumping out of my skin |
| 'Cuz that’s the mood that I’m in |
| Stevie’s got the atmosphere, I’m gonna bounce you outta the herd, baby |
| And there’s only one way |
| And I don’t want you to pay |
| Let the charming phosphorescent song light your miserable way |
| Savoir faire is everywhere |
| Gimme Slapstick |
| Apples, Peaches, I love Punkin' Pears |
| Come on Gimme Slapstick |