Cherry Poppin' Daddies Follow

They cut us out after two nights down
They called me John Doe the 74
Hitchhiking back to the mission we swung in
When a red car opened a door

The little geezer, a local Caesar
In the movement since the crash
He gave us lunch with his union bunch
Who get their windows smashed,
But never their hopes dashed

HEY!
We?re glory bound,
One big Hammerblow to your crown
HEY!
Gonna knock 'em down,
Swingin one big Hammerblow...

HEY!
We?re glory bound,
One big Hammerblow to your crown
HEY!
Gonna knock 'em down,
Swingin one big Hammerblow...

Down in the mist by the golden bridge,
The night watchman was on patrol
He kicked us out of the bushes and said
"Go get a couch with the brothers of soul

...And if ya need 'em, they even feed 'em
at the public garden walls"
(And then he said)
With a wink, "We haven?t gone extinct
Unlike Che Guevara, Marx and Pravda"

HEY!

One big Hammerblow to your crown
HEY!
Gonna knock 'em down,
Swingin one big Hammerblow...

Work through a cramp,
Burn the midnight lamp,
From out of dingy Chinatown
Out in the fog, you can hear that horn
Shake the lonely room with sound
Moppin' the hall is a good long shoreman
from the Spanish Civil War
10,000 names in a book of claims
That lie fading in some bottom drawer...

Sing it, brothers!
L'INTERNATIONALE SERA LA GENRE HUMAIN!

HEY!
We?re glory bound,
One big Hammerblow to your crown
HEY!
Gonna knock 'em down,
Swingin one big Hammerblow...

HEY!
We?re glory bound,
One big Hammerblow to your crown
HEY!
Gonna knock 'em down,
Swingin one big Hammerblow...
Swingin one big Hammerblow...
Swingin one big Hammerblow...

ONE BIG HAMMERBLOW!

They cut us out after two nights down
They called me John Doe the 74
Hitchhiking back to the mission we swung in