Platform Shoes

Jump up, jump up
Go on baby, shake and hop to the candy shop
Jump up, jump up
Jump up on your platform shoes

Well, she went and flashed him nude
From a trench coat in a white town car
Down where the Starcooker club is at
And glitter rock is back and Teddies stomp the floor

She hung a micro spoon
From her belly chain to flake her nose
They made love in the dressing room
Then up on the dryer, then a dirty pile a clothes

A well a well a well, now I can't tell you much baby
While the jukebox is a blowin' the fuse
Very few can tell ya not a few can tell ya what day it is
Jump up on your Platform Shoes

She was a Chelsea queen that we called "Rococo Curlique"
Wrapped in alabaster skin baby rice paper thin baby
So you could see the blue
She hooked a rough trade john put together like a stevedor
A real dead end guttersnipe, a Norma Desmond type, a Pentecostal bore

Well you'll find kids rotten with scabies (scabies)
We're the fruit most likely to bruise
Aw, but I can't wait to g-get every stitch of your clotheses off

Jump up on your Platform Shoes

Well, now everybody's stompin' baby
Ampules start a poppin' baby
We'll have a real good time
Blast some bawdy rock n roll
Pop a blue one for your Hey Hey Hey

Jump up, jump up, jump up on your platform shoes
Is everybody jumpin'?