Lucky

Why do you party?
'Cause I like to dance.
When do you party?
When I get the chance.
(Let's hear it one more time for the people in the back!)
Why do you party?
'Cause I like to dance!
When do you party?
When I get the chance!
When I get to the club,
I walk in just like I'm the Fonz, then I punch that stupid jukebox
'til it plays your favorite song.
Then I find the merchandisers,
Let the joystick move the claw.
I want a Utah Jazz jersey wearing bear
For you to carry through the mall.
But instead out that dispenser,
From the clutches of the claw,
Comes a fully loaded Smith and Wesson,
Ready to teach me a lesson,
And before this night is through,
You and I
Will be staring down at China through
The .429 inch hole in my shoe.
No, I do not feel lucky.
No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky.
Your concern for me seems fake!
So, no, I do not feel lucky.
No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky.
Your concern for me seems fake!
So no, if I'm being honest with you, I guess I don't.
I'm here to make friends and kick ass,
And there's a bunch of people here we haven't met yet.
(Let's hear it one more time for the people in the back!)
I'm here to make friends and kick ass,
And there's a bunch of people here we haven't met yet!
But instead out that dispenser,
Comes a Chinese finger trap.
I will stick my finger in if you will stick your finger in,
And then before this night is through,
You and I
Will be bugging the clerk for a pair of scissors
To cut this fucked up puzzle right in two.
No, I do not feel lucky.
No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky.
Your concern for me seems fake!
So no, I do not feel lucky.
No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky.
I'm pretty sure you're being rhetorical,
But on the off chance you actually care how I'm feeling,
The answer is no!