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Album - The Heights of Things
Froghouse by Wooster


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.


(Chorus)

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


(Chorus)

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.


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