Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

Oh, what a feeling When we're dancing on the ceiling What is happening here Something's going on that's not quite clear Somebody turn on the lights We're gonna have a party It's starting tonight The room is hot and that's good Some of my friends came by

Can I drive your Daddy's Lambo? Take me up to Beverly Hills to your Daddy's mansion Lights, camera, action I've seen you partying with keel, entertainment channel One thing I gotta know Your Daddy's Lambo? Let me see Hollywood for real You really in

La da dee doo La da da me La da da you When you were gone I think of you Yet I'm feeling like There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste And I'll only spoil the party anyway

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends And we all get together when we bury our friends And you're walking away Do what it takes to survive cause I'm still here And I will die in this place Well you can hide a lot about yourself But honey, what

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

(Oh forever) Ohh, forever, forever And he opened up his mouth Oh, forever forever The pusher was the feet and the feet the floor We got a little bit well we got a little more Once we count to four then we count to ten We'll take up every bit that we give

We will be superstars, superstars, you and I Yeah, we run this party Con las manos pa' arriba, dale We will be superstars Because your touch, like poison Is running through my veins I'm on the all electric, siempre, siempre, siento We're like Bonnie and

It's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow

I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god I'm on the roof of the party Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in