Platform Shoes - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

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 can’t 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'?