Lyrics Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Cherry Poppin' Daddies

flovilla Thatch Vs. the Virile Garbageman

Listen to me baby, I'm tired of talkin' to myself

You've got a pair of jungle drums on you

Oh and what a nasty mix 42-24-36

When you drop dem bombshells the blood goes

Right out of my brain

Now's the time to work the hump

Let's make them bubbles bump

Let's dump the sump pump

Hey girl I'm talkin' to you

2 is the number of the voodoo that you do

My kinky twinkie is black and blue

Your Pointer Sisters are just too good to be true

She's got the hump

Ain't talkin' bout your rump

Dat viscious double bump

Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass

Got the hump

Clock dem mothers jumps

De bump dat really thump

Your busy front is jammin' in my face

Turn those mutha's out

Holy Toledo, twin torpedos, my cub scout

Pitched a tent in my speedo's

I squirt dessert and flirt with skirt

And rub my genie in the lamp until my fingers hurt

Cross your heart you're goin' strapless?

That's a pretty pearl necklace

Drop your record on my needle

Stick my head between your speakers

You remind me of my mommy

That's an awfully large pastrami

Can you use a melon baIler?

I'm a 1-900 caller

Flovilla

I'm your virile garbageman

She's gof the hump

Ain't talkin' bout your rump

Dat viscious double bump

Your busy front is pumpin' up my bass

Got the hump

Clock dem mothers jumps

De bump dat really thump

Your busy front is jammin' in my face

Turn those mutha's out