Shake the bon-bon, bon-bon Morena, no pares Ole ole, ole ole Feeling hot, hot, hot How are you feeling? Hot hot hot Party people Y vamos a la playa, calienta el sol Pon tu bikini, pontelo Empaca tu toalla y bronceador

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf And just enjoy yourself Life ain't so bad at all If you live it off the wall 'Cause we're the party people night and day Livin' crazy that's the only way Groove, let the madness in the music get to

Hey hey hey hey Where my party people Oh let's go Oh oh oh oh All my party people Yeah we're gonna rock rock Do a lotta shot shots Someone tell the clock clock We ain't gonna stop stop

Right behind the sofa Like one beer can One beer can Lying there on the floor You could see it from the door And Bobby, he discovered it Bobby threw a party His parents left town He told a few people who told a few people, word got around

My funky sensation Can you feel it? Can you feel it? I'm calling all you, party people Come on, get up and dig that funk I have for ya I have a funky sensation That was spread around the nation Get up, clap your hands and feel the groove You see people

I used to have so many friends Me and them went different ways Some man wanna drink and party Me and them got different aims And as soon as you cut man out People say that you changed Nothing changed here Same player, different game I've had people try

Party people say, party people say Ay it's a new day, it's a new day World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me When I was feeling like Miller Lite and

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

And from there I see the neon grids of cities And six million people that keep their fires lit I threw a party in my name But the hours crawled by and no one came So I bowed my head and I prayed for wings To take me from this place, fuck you The day I