All Jammed Up (With Croonies)
George Potor plays electric guitars and sings this, the 18th song in the Seventeen Cent Croonies series. In this one, a couple guys break into the abandoned clubhouse at Croonie Park. In an old Choco-Pow Nugget vending machine, they find Croonies.
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Story behind the song
A couple guys break into the abandoned clubhouse at Croonie Park. In an old Choco-Pow Nugget vending machine, they find, you guessed it: Croonies.
Lyrics
1
Hey, Urban Explorer, do you see what I think that I'm seein?
Yeah, look at the dust on the Choco-Pow Nugget machine.
Help me shake it; hear that rattle? There's Croonies stuck in there.
Hand me the hammer; make it quick; those coins've gotta be rare.
CHORUS (2x):
All jammed up with Croonies down at the bottom of the chute.
There's three or four, maybe there's more;
Talk about your low-hangin fruit. Ding-ding-ding
2
Oh, what a jangle; they bounce on the clubhouse floor.
Don't pick 'em up; wait 'til I board up the door.
If we hold 'em in our hand, they say we might get burned.
Scoop with the shovel; try the Google and see what we learn.
CHORUS (2x)
3
A hundred years old, long ago thought to be lost.
Only one test can truly determine the cost;
A coin you own is something to have and to hold.
If you stole that coin, you'll surely get burned by the gold.
CHORUS (2x)
CODA:
Is it finders, keepers that's got no limitation?
If the Croonie is real, it knows how you feel.
If the coin is a fake make no magic mistake
You're buyin' a cheap imitation.
All jammed up with Croonies
