Mr. White Keys - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

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 tannin' booth

Just a little altered truth

Made America’s Who’s Who

If he can do it so can 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 (wow!)

He exaggerates a bit

Foot and a mouth, a perfect fit

He’s the one who tried the cheese

He’s Mister White Keys

I feel sorry for the guy

Laughin' when I see his schtick

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’s Mister White Keys

He’s Mister White Keys

Hey!

He’s Mister White Keys

He’s Mister White Keys

He’s Mister White Keys

Hey!

He’s Mister White Keys

He’s Mister White Keys

He’s Mister White Keys

Hey!

He climbs into daddy’s Benz

And goes collecting the rents

Of those welfare cheats