Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Platform Shoes lyrics

Jump up, jump up Go on baby, shake and hop to the candy shop Jump up, jump up Jump up on your platform shoes Well, she went and flashed him nude From a trench coat in a white town car Down where the Starcooker club is at And glitter rock is back and Teddies stomp the floor She hung a micro spoon from her belly chain to flake her nose They made love in the dressing room Then up on the dryer, then a dirty pile a clothes A well a well a well, now I can't tell you much baby While the jukebox is a blowin' the fuse Very few can tell ya not a few can tell ya what day it is Jump up on your Platform Shoes She was a Chelsea queen that we called "Rococo Curlique" Wrapped in alabaster skin baby rice paper thin baby So you could see the blue She hooked a rough trade john put together like a stevedor A real dead end guttersnipe, a Norma Desmond type, a Pentecostal bore Well you'll find kids rotten with scabies (scabies) We're the fruit most likely to bruise Aw, but I cant wait to g-get every stitch of your clotheses off Jump up on your Platform Shoes Well, now everybody's stompin' baby Ampules start a poppin' baby We'll have a real good time Blast some bawdy rock n roll Pop a blue one for your Hey Hey Hey Jump up, jump up, jump up on your platform shoes Is everybody jumpin'?