Wingtips - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Thrusting in the breeze I fled my way to this hotel

The sun down on my spirits

Were the needles of the trees

Love hissing at a king uncrowned

And he flounders towards the sound

Of the big band lounge, care to see me sweat like a windshield wiper?

Then the big hand hits the six

That’s when they know I get hyper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

Let the world sail on

I don’t miss it, I don’t care that it’s gone, no, no

Like Robinson Crusoe with cirrhosis up ahead

That cellar’s full of band all red

For you’re a one time thoroughbred, but I guess I’m proud

Proud to meet your death

It’s time to pay the damned piper

Crush the Cuban cigar out right on the kid’s ceramic tiger

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

Wingtips, black socks, diaper, diaper

Wingtips, black socks, diaper, diaper

I’ll throw down this cheerful boutonniere

And swim out with the rift

To stop the echo down the hallway

Empty in time with faucet drips

'Til then it’s wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips, black socks and diaper

In my wingtips and my black socks

I see paper trails

Bubbles in champagne