Cherry Poppin’ Daddies – Sockable Face Club

Face Club, pal

I stepped to the urinal

I went and fished with my fly

I’ze tryin’ to get a stain off

When I noticed a guy

He was punishin’ the Bishop

And zeroed in on my pride

The subtle comedy amused me

But I’m afraid I had to make the peeper die

You’re in my Sockable Face Club

You gotta punchable face, bub

Grab him, nab him

Everything you do makes me feel like you need to get a blackened eye

You gotta a sockable face

Then there was heard a symphony of punchin’

It shattered his glass jaw

Woke up in blood and beer and munchin’

On some red tongue slaw

He kind of laid there burblin’ and there arose a stench

Like a million baby diapers

Then something caramelized on his pants

You’re in my Sockable Face Club

You gotta punchable face, bub

You are a sockable guy who how can I say

What I want to get through to you

Pal, punch you in the eggs and make ’em runny

Get up and gallop and go

Your mama’s face in my locket

Your friends are diggin’ the Ho’

I learned from Larry, Mo, and Curly

Not to take no guff

But sneaky peeky got me surly

I’m a Semper Fi, the kind of guy

Who likes to play rough

Drama, drama, drama, drama — your face

Hey, there guys step aside, the cleanin’ guy is here

To lay that mop and bucket down

Clean up blood and beer

He needs a cigarette ’cause he hates work

And he has to put up with a lot of jerks

You’re in my Sockable Face Club

You gotta punchable face, bub

You’re a disgrace to the human race

You got a stupid look on your face