Come on everybody
Tonight it's party time
Grab a bottle or a crate
Leave your blues behind
You're gonna need the cavalry
To get you outta here
The last time that we had one
It lasted for a year
We're gonna party
Party till u puke
(These people are sick)
We're gonna party
Party till u puke
Till u puke
Don't worry about the neighbours
They're blind drunk in the loo
There'll be no trouble from the police
'Cos they're all in here too
We got the music cranked right up
It's blowing off the roof
There's people drinking gasoline
It must be two hundred proof
We're gonna party
Party till u puke
(Will someone get me outta here?)
We're gonna party
Party till u puke
Till u puke
(These people are weird!)
Das toppt sogar Biffs Schulmädchen-Ficker-Song von der Strong Arm Of The Law!
Aber es kommt noch besser: Den Abschluss bildet eine Halbbalade, die sich "Northern Lady" nennt, sich ziemlich nach Kackwurst anhört und wohl den einfallsreichsten Text der Rock-Geschichte hat:Lady face the morning sun
The sunlight in your hair
Northern Lady, you're the one
Why do you mean so much to me
I need you every night
Northern Lady, you're the one
If you need me, I'll be there
I'll fly right back to you
Northern Lady, you're the one
Will you use your head tonight
And come into my room
Northern Lady, you're the one
You're the one
Lady face the morning sun
The sunlight in your hair
Northern Lady, you're the one
Geil! Jetzt weiß ich, warum ich Saxon eine meiner Lieblingsbands ist!
