Kings of the Party - Brownsville Station

All right now, get your ears lowered down to the speakers

So you can understand what I’m talking about

You know it seems like no matter where we go to play a concert at

There’s one thing that remains constant

From the beginning to the very end of the show

You can always count on about one hundred to five hundred people

Down at the very front row screaming one word

At the top of their lungs… BOOGIE!!!

And sometimes, the feeling prevails upon 'em so hard, beloved

But they just have to mount up on the stage

And get to giggin' with the band

And when they do, uh-oh, here comes the security fuzz

And the scene is something like this…

Hey you guys are really good, man.

I dig up on you guys

When you gon' play 'Smokin' In The…' OW!

OW!

OW!

Man, you made me drop my bottle of wine on the floor

Say, there you go

So we’re gonna dedicate this song to everybody listening

Because the ones that get into it

Are definitely, the KINGS OF THE PARTY!!!

Every Friday night there’s a concert in their town

You know they all get together and they’re ready to party down

An ol' Brownsville Station really diss 'em, 'cause they get it on

You see the chicks they all go crazy, oh when the band begins to play

And the guys make so much noise, they scare all the cops away

But together we start to change the show into a rock 'n' roll holiday

We’re the kings of the party, we’re the baddest people alive

We’re the kings of the party, aw come on, and slip me five

Now we’re the kings of the party, 'cause we’re the baddest people alive

Ten thousand eyes watching while we leave the floor

Ten thousand tongues screaming more and more

And there were fifteen hundred still waiting outside the door

So we’re the kings of the party, the baddest people alive

We’re the kings of the party, c’mon and slip me five

Now we’re the kings of the party, 'cause we’re the baddest people alive

We’re the kings of the party, the baddest people alive

We’re the kings of the party, come down down on and slip me five

We’re the kings, the kings of the rock 'n' roll party

'Cause we get it on

We’re the kings of the party, we’re the baddest people alive

We’re the kings of the party, aw come on, and slip me five

Now we’re the kings of the party, 'cause we’re the baddest people alive