Froghouse

Well I live in a house that creaks and cracks, And it looks kinda like a dog with a broken back, You could knock down the walls, But they would just grow back. And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright We open up the doors to the cold cold night There's room for everybody inside. The party starts slow until those drinks begin to flow But then knock knock knock it's too early for the cops It's the singer of the band, with his guitar in his hands. So he plugs into the wall and begins to jam, Then the sax and the bass, the drums the piano man Theres hardly room to stand. So song one then song two the song three The keg is full and the cups are free You wanna chill just follow me. To the froghouse, yeah to that froghouse The place we'll warm your heart You can't break this thing apart no Not the froghouse, not that froghouse The place will warm your heart No you can't break this thing apart. So the whole place shakes from the drums and the bass Now they coming in the front gate eight by eight Girl from the westside brought 25 Of her room mates. But if the band don't fit your groove And that hippie smells too much like an old shoe to you Then head out back theres a DJ on the ones and the twos Let see you bust a move. So everybody jump at the same damn time Except for the stoners in the kitchen trying to find some grinds Your pretty cute, whats your sign? Cranky neighbors picking up the phone lines Calling down to the station with some information On the lawn in their socks talking to the cops About some kid, got his head stuck in the mail box At that froghouse, yeah at that froghouse The place we'll warm your heart yeah yeah yeah You cannot break this thing apart no Not the froghouse, no not that froghouse The place will warm your heart yeah yeah yeah No you can't break this shit apart. And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright We open up the doors to the cold cold night There's room for everybody inside.