Paroles Wingtips de Cherry Poppin' Daddies

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Textes et Paroles de Wingtips




Trusting in the breeze
I fled my way to this hotel, uh-huh
The sun down on my spirits
Where the needles of the trees
Love hissing at a king uncrowned, uh-huh

And he flounders towards the sound of the big band lounge,
Care to see me sway
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.
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 Bandol red, uh-huh

For a one-time thoroughbred, but I guess I'm proud,
Proud to meet you, Death
It's time to pay the damned piper,
And crush the Cuban cigar out right on the kitsch ceramic tiger

In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
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.
Wingtips, black socks, diaper.

I'll throw down this cheerful boutonnière and swim out with the rip
To stop the echo down the hallway emptying time with faucet drips...

Til then it's wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips, black socks, and diaper.
In my wingtips and my black socks...

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