Party Down Let's Go
Welcome to another presentation of Bandit 3000 Alpha, B3A
Keep your hand and arms inside the car at all times
You can smell, you can taste, but you definitely can not touch
No skin to skin contact please
And remember, while she may be looking at you, you can not look at her
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Woke up this morning with a wicked head
Looking for a demon, looking for a bed
Sure honey, we can go turn our time
Everybody wants to be out of their mind
Feel the weekend, baby
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Skin-baths and trenches now I feel like I'm dead
Somebody touch me or shoot me in the head
Take my clothes before you pour us some wine
Everybody's here to have a good time
Feel the weekend, baby
It's so much
I can't loose out
I'm so glad that I came
It's so much
I can't freak out
I'm so glad you're insane
It's so much
I can't lose out
I'm so glad that I came
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Keep your hand and arms inside the car at all times
You can smell, you can taste, but you definitely can not touch
No skin to skin contact please
And remember, while she may be looking at you, you can not look at her
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Woke up this morning with a wicked head
Looking for a demon, looking for a bed
Sure honey, we can go turn our time
Everybody wants to be out of their mind
Feel the weekend, baby
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Skin-baths and trenches now I feel like I'm dead
Somebody touch me or shoot me in the head
Take my clothes before you pour us some wine
Everybody's here to have a good time
Feel the weekend, baby
It's so much
I can't loose out
I'm so glad that I came
It's so much
I can't freak out
I'm so glad you're insane
It's so much
I can't lose out
I'm so glad that I came
Even though they told us we can't buy it
Doesn't mean we never try it
You can always smell the sacred, sacred
Feel your thoughts and
Party down, let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Marc Dawson
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