Who Rocks the Party

Who rocks the party

That rocks the body?

We rock the party

That rocks the body.

I have got my coat on

And I'm headed toward the gates of the great estate.

They can't loose the dogs on us

Because the dogs like us more than the dogs like them.

See the servants in the southwest corner of the yard.

They've got booze

And they've got bonfires.

Who needs horse shoes?

Who need lawn darts?

Fuck the champagne!

We want gin!

We'll take back toad hall again!

Call the cops to hall us in,

They're already here,

Up on the chandelier,

This is the party of the year.

The thing falls down in a smash of glass.

The chief of police is on his

Ass.

The kitchen staff is

Up in stitches,

They're burning up their

Master's britches.