PANE IN THE GLASS PRODUCTIONS

PARTY, PARTY, PARTY

Party 'til you puke!  Boy, it’s really fun.
Party 'til you puke!  You’ve only just begun
To kill the brain, to cause a strain,
On your heart and liver.
Party 'til you puke, 
To cheat the cradle-giver.

Party 'til you puke!  Another day is gone.
How many days have you lost,
Inside a toilet bowl?
Party ?til you puke,
'Til you have puked your very soul.

Party 'til you puke!  You didn’t need your job.
Yesterday when you called in,
Your boss made his case,
Party 'til you puke.
Someone else can take your place.

Party 'til you puke!  You didn’t need your wife.
When you came home a’stinkin’,
You found the door was locked.
Party 'til you puke,
'Til your whole world is rocked.

Party 'til you puke!  You don’t have far to go.
It’s really clear you cannot steer.
Just six more blocks, and you’re home free,
Party 'til you puke,
'Til you roll your truck and hit a tree,
Or kill someone and try to flee,
And jail’s the next thing that you see.



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Copyright 1999, Patricia M. Rudine.  Last updated: Mar. 6, 1999
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