Kings of the Party

Lyrics
Ow, alright, now get your ears lowered down to the speakers so you can understand what I'm talkin' 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 in the very front row screamin' 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 somethin' 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 See, there you go So we're gon' dedicate this song to everybody listenin' Because the ones that get into it Are definitely the KINGS OF THE PARTY!!! Well, every Friday night there's a concert in their town You know they all get together and they're ready to party down And ol' Brownsville Station really digs '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 and roll holiday We're the kings of the party, we're the baddest people alive We're the kings of the party, a-come on and slip me five Now, we're the kings of the party, 'cause we're the baddest people alive, a-woww Jump A-get it Ooh Yeah Ow Now, ten thousand eyes watchin' Brownsville leave the floor Ten thousand tongues screamin', More, more And there were fifteen hundred still waitin' outside the door 'Cause we're the kings of the party, the baddest people alive We're the kings of the party, come on and slip me five 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 and 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, a-come on and slip me five We're the kings of the party, 'cause we're the baddest people alive Huh Yeah
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Credits
- Writers
- Cub Koda
- Henry Weck
- Michael Lutz