Well I live in a house that creaks and cracks,
And it looks kinda like a dog with a broken back,
You could knock down the walls,
But they would just grow back.
And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright
We open up the doors to the cold cold night
There's room for everybody inside.
The party starts slow until those drinks begin to flow
But then knock knock knock it's too early for the cops
It's the singer of the band, with his guitar in his hands.
So he plugs into the wall and begins to jam,
Then the sax and the bass, the drums the piano man
Theres hardly room to stand.
So song one then song two the song three
The keg is full and the cups are free
You wanna chill just follow me.
To the froghouse, yeah to that froghouse
The place we'll warm your heart
You can't break this thing apart no
Not the froghouse, not that froghouse
The place will warm your heart
No you can't break this thing apart.
So the whole place shakes from the drums and the bass
Now they coming in the front gate eight by eight
Girl from the westside brought 25
Of her room mates.
But if the band don't fit your groove
And that hippie smells too much like an old shoe to you
Then head out back theres a DJ on the ones and the twos
Let see you bust a move.
So everybody jump at the same damn time
Except for the stoners in the kitchen trying to find some grinds
Your pretty cute, whats your sign?
Cranky neighbors picking up the phone lines
Calling down to the station with some information
On the lawn in their socks talking to the cops
About some kid, got his head stuck in the mail box
At that froghouse, yeah at that froghouse
The place we'll warm your heart yeah yeah yeah
You cannot break this thing apart no
Not the froghouse, no not that froghouse
The place will warm your heart yeah yeah yeah
No you can't break this shit apart.
And every couple of weeks when the moonlight is bright
We open up the doors to the cold cold night
There's room for everybody inside.