Lyrics:
I came right over the counter just to kiss you
Ginger and Jack and four or five Feminax
Psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat
A ray of light from tight
stovepipe hat,
Be-bop baby the dance is where it's at.
I love to boogie,
Yes I love to boogie on a Saturday night,
I said I love to boogie, I love to boogie,
I came right over the counter just to kiss you
Ginger and Jack and four or five Feminax
Psycho eyes and a stovepipe hat
A ray of light from tight
Jet-Black Notebook
Inside my jet-black notebook
You´ll find raven and crows
Stovepipe hats and ink
Glad rag in black, not pink
Inside my jet-black
selling vegan eye of newt
Yeah, we're dapper sasquatches in seersucker suits
We're short, stubby Slender Men in stovepipe hats
We're technicolor
the stovepipes spare the child
So tonight I left the floor to try, to find a reason not to cry
The furniture had its reply, and it whispered (Shouted).
And we're playing air guitar
Guitar
They came in carrying buckets coming from the south
Until every stovepipe was washed out
And every A-line skirt was
the broken-wing bluebird
Ol' Notre Dame football teams
Run through my room
Sands whirl inside stovepipes
Never getting a Pulitzer prize
Shakespeare is 401, Joe
to Grandma's
I hate to leave you behind
VERSE 2
Passing the factory stovepipes we go
Trees outside all covered in snow
Eggs in the attic, mother bird gone,
The doctor of Geneva stamped the sand
That lay impounding the Pacific swell
Patted his stove-pipe hat and
Tugged his shawl
Lacustrine man had never
And why do people draw a banker as a pig
As a pig with a stovepipe hat
Come one, come all to the doctor
This here’s Hezzy Procter
Just come right on in
The show’s about to begin
We got Daddy Stovepipe
Pink Anderson too
Come one, come all to the doctor
This here’s Hezzy Procter
Just come right on in
The show’s about to begin
We got Daddy Stovepipe
Pink Anderson too
Cook shit, stovepipe, really get the stove hot
Put my bands in rubber bands and feel it through the hose
Locked time back, still 10 with sleep, but I'ma
It was a regular day for a clothesline
Socks dripped in rows
Black pants in the style of stovepipes
I watched them hang, I saw it all unfold
Thru
an' rye
I'll love ma baby till the day I die
You ought to see dat stovepipe brown of mine
Lak he owns de Dimon' Joseph line
He'd make a cross-eyed
Wah!
I've seen the President's feet when he walks down the street
He's gotta stovepipe hat, he's got wooden teeth
Gonna make a big scene with
Santa's got a mullet and he's comin Christmas eve.
Santa's got a mullet he's bringin gifts for you and me.
Frosty has a stovepipe hat and Rudolph's
Discuss these Stovepipe Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In