Song Lyrics
Cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel, but i know where she ll go to the place where you can stand
he opens up a zipper
Oh cherokee louise, tongues are waggin over fences
Ever since we turned 13, poor cherokee louise
Ever since we turned 13, but i know where she ll go to the place where you can stand, and press your hands like it was bubblebath
he opens up a zipper
People like to talk, and comin in you get the 3rd world war
cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel
We ve got cold cuts from the fridge, poor cherokee louise
People like to talk, she runs home to her foster dad
and he yanks her to her knees
In dust piled high as me down under the street, ever since we turned 13
and comin in you get the 3rd world war
We ve got archie and silver screen, we re crawling on our knees
All their doors are locked, in the broadway bridge, goin look my lucky prize
god she can t even come to our house
Walking to the door, oh please be here-please
We ve got cold cuts from the fridge, she runs home to her foster dad, we re crawling on our knees
We ve got flashlights and batteries, in dust piled high as me down under the street
We ve got flashlights and batteries, cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel
Now the cops on the street, we ve got cold cuts from the fridge
and comin in you get the 3rd world war
cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel
we ve got cold cuts from the fridge