We're gonna drink enough tonight to drown the average army
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By New Year's Day the next door neighbour will be goin' barmy
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The milkman arrives at midday with his usual wisecrack
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Who knows a girl with Wednesday legs so when's they gonna snap?
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[Chorus:]
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Why does everybody have to be so hale and hearty
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Can't they see we're tryin' to have a party party party party
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The last thing I remember I was talkin' to some fellas
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Then she said she'd have a word for me with her good-looking mate
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And handed me a pint-pot filled with Advocaat and Tizer
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And I woke in the flowerbeds of fear (beer?) and fertilizer
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[Chorus]
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So shift yourself and shake your bod
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You got bullet proof insurance from fire, flood and Act of God
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You got to learn from your mistakes
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When you got a face like last week's Cornflakes
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The doors and the window frames are by Pablo Picasso
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The party decorations owned by Michelangelo
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The fine music that you hear is by Stravinsky
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With overall design by Leonardo daVinci
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[Chorus]
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So shift yourself and shake your bod
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You got bullet proof insurance from fire, flood and Act of God
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You got to learn from your mistakes
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When you got a face like last week's Cornflakes
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Two boys are upstairs in your bed
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Three girls are downstairs crying
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The Alka Seltzer in the glass is roaring like a lion
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You think you've aged ten years tonight and still never been kissed
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So you overdose on aftershave and try to slash your wrist
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[Chorus and fade]
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Party Party
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| Elvis Costello |
