(Hoo hoo hoo) On the pontoon Makin' waves and catchin' rays up on the roof Jumpin' out the back, don't act like you don't want to Party in slow motion Mm, motorboatin' Out here in the open Back this hitch up into the water Untie all the cables and rope

Why do they always send the poor? Everybody's going to the party, have a real good time Dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine Where the fuck are you? Why don't presidents fight the war? Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking

Can't help myself I gotta be where the lights are shinning down on me I wanna feel the sun So turn that walk into a run, gonna bring the party when I come Sing out if you wanna have some fun And into the spotlight we will go, follow me 'cause baby life's

You're alright but I'm here, darling, to enjoy the party I could stick around and get along with you, hello It doesn't really mean that I'm into you, hello I just came to say hello, hello, hello, hello I'm not the kinda girl to get messed up with you,

(She looks like fun) She looks like fun (She looks like) One, two, three, four She looks like Smile like you've got a straw in something tropical I've got the party plugged right into my skull Wayne Manor, what a memorable N.Y.E Good morning

Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on

Anywhere we are, anywhere we go Everybody knows, we got the party with us Turn this park into a club, the stars are lights And the moon is so bright from above Skateboard here's all right So pull on up, everyone is waiting for us We got the party with us

Late to the party with you Oh, who needs confetti? We're already falling into the groove And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two? The world can wait 'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you They're blowing

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

Kick the dust up We go way out where There ain't nobody We turn this cornfield Into a party Pedal to the floorboard Eight up in a four-door Burnin' up a back-road song Park it and we pile out