Johnny, please don’t tell the people ‘bout the bluebird’s flight Wastin education on a Tuesday night Yes, you are my pussy, you’re just being mean Coverin up the muscle in your Jordache jeans
Stick up the phone, who is it? Someone has come to visit Everybody do the hokey pokey to the crackhouse blues!
Do the mashed potato till your feet glow green Gotta sweep the floor to keep the crackhouse clean Took me to the movies but the doctor said Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone, who is it? Someone has come to visit Everybody do the hokey pokey to the crackhouse blues!
Now, the captain ran for cover when the steam boats crashed Driving off the bridges ‘cause they got no class Barbara’s got my number, now I’ve got to run Pizzas to deliver in the crackhouse slum, you know
Sometimes when the night gets hot I search around for the crack I lost I wouldn’t expect for you to notice me I would not expect you to say “Johnny!”
Do the mashed potato till your feet glow green Gotta sweep the floor to keep the crackhouse clean Took me to the movies but the doctor said Leave him to get beaten by the black eyed meds
Stick up the phone like we do Someone has come to see you Everybody do the hokey pokey to the crackhouse bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
