Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chicka Cherry Cola, artist - FrogDate of issue: 06.08.2015
Song language: English
Chicka Cherry Cola |
| Capillaries and doctors ‘fore you pick up your son |
| Hide your smoke out the window park it on the lawn |
| All your brothers on couches watchin' charles in charge |
| Your dad kicks them out the house, they whistle, call him sarge |
| He hides in the garage |
| Back behind your mother |
| Snapple in the cupboard |
| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards |
| And spill over at bars to boys with big guitars |
| ‘cause all the boulevards of their youth melt into shards of chicka cherry cola |
| Capillaries and ovaries cryin to dances with wolves |
| Your finger hovers over his number and it gives you chills |
| Goin' through the bills |
| Just then a sudden reaction need your satisfaction but you know what’s next and |
| you come from a texan home and you feel so alone feel too alone and you picture |
| him home and its |
| Back behind your mother |
| Snapple in the cupboard |
| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards |
| And spill over at bars to all the boulevards |
| And all the little broads that lean over the cars of chicka cherry cola |
| Pick up the phone and dial be the 75th caller |
| Name the top five songs and you win a dollar |
| Back behind your mother |
| Snapple in the cupboard |
| Oo cowards hide in cars from exes and the guards |
| And spill over at bars to boys with big guitars |
| ‘cause all the boulevards of their youth melt into shards of chicka cherry cola |
| Chicka cherry col- now we’re older |
| Chicka cherry col- now we’re old |