We're Gonna Bring The Party To You - Bloodhound Gang

Hold up, how do I look?

Fucked up like Bobby Brown’s cheque book

Ozzy Osbourne stopped doing Mai-Tai-Chi

The type that made Diddy lose his P

Where we are is where the line begins

This ain’t your Mom (not any dick gets in)

Then there’s no way you’ll get past her

She’ll dress like an extra from a beer commercial

Here comes trouble, shut the front door

You need to not give a shit a little more

Tomorrow’s not here and yesterday’s gone

It’s half past fuck it with the CAPS LOCK on

V-I-P between two bean diddlers

Fucking with them forties like Adolf Hitler

Retard and feathered, withdrawn and quartered

Hands in the air like we jumped the border

J-Lo rent’s got something to show me

While her fat friend pretends that she doesn’t know me

Do it for Johnny!

Bring it home for Jerome!

Fuck them college girls like Stafford Loans

An asshole, why sure what’s that?

What would Johnny Cash do?

We’re gonna bring the party to you!

You’ll be pissing someone else’s blood before we’re through

We’re gonna bring the party to you!

Up out on the roof, twist off the wine tops

Slow dance with girls as the Miami bass drops

Up out on the roof, twist off the wine tops

Slow dance with girls as the Miami bass drops

It’s half past fuck it with the CAPS LOCK on (x8)