Pink Elephant - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Well, the bum was in my trash, he’s pickin' out all the cans

Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands

The Lysol and the Listerine, it went to his head

He eats a-boot black, rotted, on a piece of white bread

He did the Pink, yeah The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay bent

I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay bent

Sleazy P. Martini ran The Pink Elephant

With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants

(A shave and a haircut, knock knock) would for sure get you in

To see the Cherry Poppin' Daddies play

The lampshades were zebra skin

He did the Pink, The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay bent

I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay

Rather stay bent

Hell yeah, I’d rather stay bent

My mouth is like a circus but I’m always in debt

I’d never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet

But that’s the way they sucker me to my final result

But when they shake 'em up, I’m drinkin' 'em down…

You’re headed to the Pink, yeah The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay bent

I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant

Blinded by the sauce, you know I’d rather stay

I’d rather stay

I’d rather stay

I’d rather stay bent, I’d rather stay bent