Song Lyrics

"Biography of a Band"

by Popple
Album: Pulled in Both Directions

In-n-out burger, California burrito


Give me sushi, fish tacos; I'll be happy and complete-o


With a bento box I wear sandals not socks


I pull out the stops on my steel stringed box





Daily mass rocker - I'm a loud pew talker


Belt'n out hymns like I'm singing in the opera


Sand Diego's fresh always sporting warm weather


Indiana's cold so I'm breaking out the sweater





D-caf


Coffee with espresso, hold up where did he go


Ichi ni san shi all the way to Tokyo


Georgia, Florida, Monterey, San Diego, home


If Virginia is for lovers where the heck am I from'





Modesty is honestly the hottest thing I've ever seen


So if you want to dance with me - you bring your personality





I play the drums in a band called Popple


I'm like the maple syrup on your walnut waffle


Keepin it real and setting the vibe


Is just how I roll when I'm behind these guys





Hailing from the best, in the upper Midwest


Is where I keep my nest, you can be my guest


In the Land of Lincoln, that's where I've been thinking


But I ain't braggin, yo look at that station wagon!





I'm not a groupie, I'm really with the band


I don't like sticks I prefer to use my hands


I travel with the band as we bounce to your town


But basically I just follow them around





Yo


My name is Kyle I'm here to make smile


All the ladies dig me cause I got so much style


So listen up, hear, the words I say, clear


There's nothing to, fear, I'm in my 26th year





My cribs in Indiana, where the corn cobs grow


And during the winter, you can bet it will snow


Yeah, I went to college so that I could know


To rap this sweet, don't take a 4.0





I do all my shopping at the thrifty stores


Decks of cards plus the jokers come in fifty fours


I know how to play euchre, how to count, how to read


I've never done drugs, not even the weed





I've been around the world, spent a year in Honduras


Put Popple on hold, but that didn't deter us


When the Lord has a message there ain't no way to stop it


He can even use Popple and the devil can't top it





We sing original jams, and play guitar with our hands


We have abandoned our plans, that worldly life demands


And so we rock with this band, and we joyfully stand


And we'll do it, to the whole land


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