Cherry Poppin Daddies Julie Grave
Stop, Bend over cuz Imma take you in the park
I gotta sensory deprivation chamber
that doctors call the heart
And we’re just birds of a feather who get their clothes in a tear
Cross your self in front of the hearse
Cuz Imma Pull your underwear
Who luvs ya dear?
Im here for Julie Grave
She’s the type I crave
She’s not Bikini’s and toner and Drugstore L L lemonade
And she’s twice my age
So get all your bubble booties off the stage
My little L L Libertine’s
She stomped like a clydesdale into my path
she’s a big mouth couze with a motor driven ass Awww
When she luvs It gets violent
Take up a stall in the public head
She’s like a N N Nun in black lipstick
Her face powdered like she’s dead She just got
Done with divorcing the guy who gave her all the bucks
I guess she killed her desire to cheat on him by
taking up harder drugs (Awww)
Who needs a hug?
Im here for Julie Grave
She’s the type I crave
She’s not bikinis and toner and drugstore L L lemonade
And she’s wise and brave
So tell all the Bubble booties to behave
She’s Zha Zha. She’s Bettie Page
She’s a top Calamity star attraction and not one moment of Zero Action
cum on sing the song...
Na na...
My double, our couple, tripled to menage, yeah
we’ll ford the river styx and flow like a drunken boat that
cuts through your blacktop mirage
Julie Grave
She’s the one I crave
she’s not bikinis and cola or lemonade
God these jokes are dry
We’re on a Golden Elevator to the sky, my little Gemini
Im here for Julie Grave
She’ll be back some day
You’ll hear a six titted goddess singing a murder melody
and that’s fine with me
So give all your bubble booties back to Jesus
And kindly L L L L leave us
Oh Lawd who summoned up Julie Grave?
