Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Froghouse, artist - Wooster.
Date of issue: 12.09.2009
Song language: English
Froghouse |
Well I live in a house that creaks and cracks, |
and it looks kinda like a dog with a broken back, |
you could knock down the walls, |
but they would just grow back. |
And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright |
we open up the doors to the cold cold night |
there’s room for everybody inside. |
The party starts slow until those drinks begin to flow |
but then knock knock knock it’s too early for the cops |
It’s the singer of the band, with his guitar in his hands. |
So he plugs into the wall and begins to jam, |
then the sax and the bass, the drums the piano man |
theres hardly room to stand. |
So song one then song two the song three |
the keg is full and the cups are free |
you wanna chill just follow me. |
To the froghouse, yeah to that froghouse |
the place we’ll warm your heart |
you can’t break this thing apart no |
Not the froghouse, not that froghouse |
the place will warm your heart |
no you can’t break this thing apart. |
So the whole place shakes from the drums and the bass |
Now they coming in the front gate eight by eight |
Girl from the westside brought 25 |
of her room mates. |
But if the band don’t fit your groove |
and that hippie smells too much like an old shoe to you |
then head out back theres a DJ on the ones and the twos |
Let see you bust a move. |
So everybody jump at the same damn time |
except for the stoners in the kitchen trying to find some grinds |
your pretty cute, whats your sign? |
Cranky neighbors picking up the phone lines |
Calling down to the station with some information |
on the lawn in their socks talking to the cops |
about some kid, got his head stuck in the mail box |
At that froghouse, yeah at that froghouse |
the place we’ll warm your heart yeah yeah yeah |
you cannot break this thing apart no |
Not the froghouse, no not that froghouse |
the place will warm your heart yeah yeah yeah |
no you can’t break this shit apart. |
And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright |
we open up the doors to the cold cold night |
there’s room for everybody inside. |