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Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Mister White Keys lyrics
He's a friend to all the stars Made a fortune selling cars Not beyond a little sleaze He's Mister White Keys Wifey loves the tanning booth Just a little altered truth Made America's Who's Who If he could do it so could you Sheltered in tax brackets Higher than an angel's cloud Pontificates on rackets And cheats on his wife with his pals Once he met a musician Shook his hand like a Soul man Not a lot like you or me He's Mister White Keys He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes Collecting the rents of those Welfare cheats A lot of trouble when he tries to find the beat He dances like a shovel with a couple left feet He said he'd rather own the whole damn town Than be graceful or be well-endowed He exaggerates a bit Foot and mouth a perfect fit He's the one who tried the cheese He's Mister White Keys I feel sorry for the guy I laugh when I see his shtick All that poor bastard wanted Was to make it with the beautiful chicks But that don't excuse the prick He's Mister White Keys He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes Collecting the rents of those Welfare cheats |
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