Lyrics:
I'm a jerk
If get'n cotton mouth
You better have some water
Sucking syrup and soda
you're goin' to just get hotter
But if you want to wile awhile
he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the drugstore
Some ice cream she wanted to buy
The soda jerk told her that Johnny
Was making love
he done her wrong
Frankie went down to the drugstore
Some ice cream she wanted to buy
The soda jerk told her that Johnny
Was making love
Call me the soda jerk
Bubba Zipple
was so smart
Hoe's cheatin', life fall apart
Fuckin' a hundred bitches couldn't measure the broken heart
Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk
gotta get to work
and shove it up the ass
I used to be a soda jerk
Pushing bubbles
Thinking it was just a quirk
Before I's famous like Joseph Goebbels
Larry got a job as a soda jerk
Worked five days bought a 55 merc
He raised it in the front
He lowered in the back
Now all the girls just call him
Cause a fresh coat of pain is long overdue
I'm gonna have my way with an ice cream float
That Fair Oaks Pharmacy floats my boat
Well they got a soda
the masquerade
It's only just a deeper shade of empty
Where are they now?
Bankers, clerks and skinny dippers
Soda jerks and burger flippers
Funny somehow...
When
all sticky and covered in hickies
With a tattoo that read Porter was here
With a syrupy hand she expressed my swollen gland
Now they call that a soda
Kids these days, in a rush
With their nickels and dimes
All the time in the world.
Don’t know the meaning of work
I’m just their soda jerk
Couldn’t
Shuck temptation out of the storm
I wanted to be like Maldoror
Soda jerks crucified on the door
Where's my E.C., I need more
Horizontal deacons distort
tight or just let it be
I remember you worked as a soda jerk before that day our paths passed in the park
But I can't recall whether you'd fall for
or lease
Find inner peace
What the duckin’ pho
Got bugs, do Drugs
Got hit, call Whit
Fireworks Soda jerks
Toned butts Resist lust
Buy lease Find peace
Buy
the juicer, hard flippin' in the 49
He rap to buy a belt, under nike spell
Honey hoochies come from wealth
For now selling kelp smoothies
Fuck
A soda jerk who
One, two, one, two, three, four
Damaged goods, there, rusty sailor
Cell phone call to your local tailor
Soda jerk who owes you a favour
Goes to work,
in the sun
Gothic girls, she's the pregnant one
Her indie boy doesn't work
He's a trust fund straight edge soda jerk
To bang on
In the modern
I know you think I'm a psychopath
A Democrat lurking in the dark
This sucks, I'm the K-mart soda jerk
Cirque du trash, I kept the stash
Of cocoa
most of all for me
My father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk
But neither one of those was good enough for me
I could have moved into
document the eras that we want to know
And what's more we know our parents lived life to the fullest
As they Hitchhiked though truck stops
past Soda Jerks
talks about the past
Always saying if I could of
Always ending in the glass
My only friends are finish last types
Soda jerks that miss the glass
All
Stand in front of the empty bar, just waiting for my shot
To give another shot of love.
Where is my Soda Jerk, just make this fountain from
I know you think I'm a psychopath
A Democrat lurking in the dark
This sucks, I'm the K-mart soda jerk
Cirque du trash, I kept the stash
Of cocoa
I don't mind working, 'cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars
I've been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk
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