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• Artiste: Cherry Poppin' Daddies
• Titre: Slapstick
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Step right up for the great pie fight! 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