There's a party goin' on.
There's a party in my ...not hair. Not house. Not my pants, either, just because I am feeling completely irreverant and amusing and amused.
Head. There's a party goin' on in my head.
The only ones that have shown up are the folks who live in the same house as me, BB King, Lena Horne, Jimmy Buffet, Echo & The Bunnymen, and Bob Marley. And now The Beatles.
We're singin' the blues. We are cheeseburgers in paradise. We are forever yours nocturnally. We are runnin' from the law, 'cause we shot the sherriff. We are back in the USSR.
We're washin' windows, and shinin' up the books.
We're wishin' we had next door neighbors who would come over and say "Got a beer?" or "Wanna barbecue somethin' tonight?"
Oh yes. There's a party goin' on.
Stop by iffen ya can.