Mr. White Keys Lyrics - Cherry Poppin Daddies

He's a friend to all the stars 

Made a fortune selling cars 

Not beyond a little sleaze 

He's Mr. White Keys 

Wifey loves the tanning booth 

Just a little altered truth 

Made America's Who's Who 

If he could do it so could 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 Mr. 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 

He exaggerates a bit 

Foot and mouth a perfect fit 

He's the one who tried the cheese 

He's Mr. White Keys 

I feel sorry for the guy 

I laugh when I see his shtick 

All that poor bastard wanted 

Was to make it with the beautiful chicks 

But that don't excuse the prick 

He's Mr. White Keys 

He climbs into daddy's Benz and goes 

Collecting the rents of those welfare cheats