rockapella - fliptop twister lyrics
sean altman)
vocal arrangement: sean altman
flip-top twister of love
we met in vegas, i tore my best red suit
and lady luck had just smacked my face.
the lanky croupier was dealin’ on you hard
i thought that maybe i could be your ace
then like a slingshot right in the b-tt of fate,
we’re tradin’ winkers and countin’ beans.
we hit the window, and all night long
we bounced upon a mattress full o’paper greens.
ahh, the morning sun was an egg yolk we’d never seen,
we’re chugging c-kes like we’re sippin’ champagne
i got a steak on my eye, but don’t you ever cry
i’ll make you happy as a duck someday
i was a sucker for the pickup,
the stickup, and every saucy hiccup,
the foam-mouth mongrel of love.
ain’t nothing worse in my brain than
when i feel too sane,
and how i wish i’m gonna find my home.
i think it suits me – australian ostrich boots.
i think it suits you – a diamond ring.
i think it suited the man who said so much so fast
to steal away with every last d-mn thing.
aah the morning sun was an eyeball we’d never seen,
but there was red in the sclera of love.
we pulled the one-armed bandits
and we ate our sandwiches
of knuckles in a black leather glove
you were a runner for the mixup,
the fixup, and gettin’ boys’ wicks up,
a lift-off locust of love.
ain’t nothin’ worse in your mind than
when you’re feelin’ fine,
and now i think i’ve finally found my home
yes sir! and now i think i’ve finally found my home, hey!!
now it’s amazing how you’ve become my mom,
crazy wacky how i’m my pop.
i still got raspberry seeds between my teeth,
and now i’m slurpin’ from a bowl o’slop.
the funky monkey still flips his chips about,
i guess it’s just in my genes to roam.
so like a gunshot right in the b-tt of fate,
i think i wish i’m never goin’ home, no sir!
i think i wish i’m never goin’ home…
i was a junkie for the break-up,
the make-up, and every little shake-up,
the flip-top twister of love.
ain’t nothin worse in my mind than
when i’m feelin’ fine,
and now i wish i’m never goin’ home
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