Julie Grave - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

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?