Who Rocks The Party

We rock the party
That rocks the body
I have got my coat on
And I’m headed toward the gates of the great estate
They can’t loose the dogs on us
Because the dogs like us more than the dogs like them
See the servants in the southwest corner of the yard
They’ve got booze
And they’ve got bonfires
Who needs horse shoes?
Who need lawn darts?
Fuck the champagne!
We want gin!
We’ll take back toad hall again!
Call the cops to hall us in
They’re already here
Up on the chandelier
This is the party of the year
The thing falls down in a smash of glass
The chief of police is on his
Ass
The kitchen staff is
Up in stitches
They’re burning up their
Master’s britches