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Cherry Poppin' Daddies Rapid City Muscle Car Sockable Face Club Face club, pal I stepped to the urinal I went and fished with my fly I'ze tryin' to get a stain off When i noticed a guy He was punishin' the bishop And zeroed in on my pride The subtle comedy amused me But i'm afraid i had to make the peeper die You're in my sockable face club You gotta punchable face, bub Grab him, nab him Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye You gotta a sockable face Then there was heard a symphony of punchin' It shattered his glass jaw Woke up in blood and beer and munchin' On some red tongue slaw He kind of laid there burblin' and there arose a stench Like a million baby diapers Then something caramelized on his pants You're in my sockable face club You gotta punchable face, bub You are a sockable guy who how can i say What i want to get through to you Pal, punch you in the eggs and make 'em runny Get up and gallop and go Your mama's face in my locket Your friends are diggin' the ho' I learned from larry, mo, and curly Not to take no guff But sneaky peeky got me surly I'm a semper fi, the kind of guy Who likes to play rough Drama, drama, drama, drama -- your face Hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin' guy is here To lay that mop and bucket down Clean up blood and beer He needs a cigarette 'cause he hates work And he has to put up with a lot of jerks You're in my sockable face club You gotta punchable face, bub You're a disgrace to the human race You got a stupid look on your face |
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