Lyrics: That Party
Album: She
Artist: Harry Connick, Jr.
 

Went to a little get-together
With some old friends
Not much has changed
Since the last time i saw them

There’s a chicken in uniform
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm
Saying: "left my wing back on the farm
…tried the buffet…"

Tiny took a turn on steel guitar
After he got a fresh feel for the bar
Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar
…saying: "wanna jamm???"

I don’t like throwing
Parties like that
But i love going
They said no guests
So i thought of you
Hey mama, it’s on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
Wants to shoot-up some fun
Saying: "i’m failing science and math
But i’m head of the class in murder one"

Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets
And advertised for run-a-ways
That only dance on holidays
…when crutches cut in…

Willa was disenchanted
Tossed her garter and demanded
"nothing can be recanted
…if it was nothing to begin with…"

A magician did card tricks
For a bunch of well-heeled hicks
And held up a red six
…one said: "that’s a black seven…"

I don’t like throwing
Parties like that
But i love going
They said no guests
So i thought of you
Hey mama, it’s on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
That semi-precious son
He needs to learn if you take a life
You ain’t got none

Cracked pelicans rode magnolias
Sent advice to rebel soldiers
That all ended with: "i told ya’s
…so then why do you ask???…"

You can tell it’s getting late
When cal calls himself kate
And peons hire potentates
…saying: "when you finish
Trim the hedges…"

I’m making a hurried get-a-way
Down santa monica, out of l.a.
If you like it so much stay
…there’s a theme park in the mix…

I don’t like throwing
Parties like that
But i love going
They said no guests
So i thought of you
Hey mama, it’s on