And we can't stop (whoa) And we won't stop (whoa) It's our party we can do what we want It's our party we can say what we want It's our party we can love who we want We can kiss who we want We can see who we want Can't you see it's we who own the night

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

Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party! Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse Ride on the outside, with inner force Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday

Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out the speakers when the kick went Bonfires burn down

Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out the speakers when the kick went Bonfires burn down

Oh-oh-eh-oh-eh-oh Oh I can tell that tonight we're gonna feel like Kings of the world, ain't no way of stopping us We gotta taxi, party in the back seat Tonight, we're having a good time Being young and dumb and tudo, tudo bom Hey tudo, tudo bom, hey

Then you do the milkshake Put your hands in the air Come on boys! Do the ice cream freeze strike your pose Shake it, shake it down low Do the snow cone slide left to right And we can party all night

And nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now And you always accuse me I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you Rage-aholics Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil

'Cause all I need Is a beauty and a beat Who can make my life complete It's all 'bout you When the music makes you move Baby do it like you do We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight I wanna show you all the finer things in life So just forget about the

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