Lyrics

Party on the Second Floor

Sweet fat Safronia and dirty Caladonia,
Punched a ticket to the wild side.
Little Jimmy Davis is a baller with a status,
As a ladies' man personified.

You'll find him in the kitchen,
With a bottle and a mission,
And every Betty surely knows the score,
So bring your face to the place.
There's a party on the second floor.

Bobby's in the corner kind of lookin' like a goner,
But he's smoking like a house on fire.
Suzie's kind of boozy and a sentimental floozy,
Who can shake it with a mad desire.

You don't need a reason,
For the times they are a pleasin',
Till the cops are bangin' at the door,
Just bring your face to the place.
There's a party on the second floor.

There's a party on the second floor.
There's a party on the second floor.
There's a party on the second floor.
There's a party on the second floor.
Kick off your shoes,
Cause I heard the news,
Your daddy's comin' back for more.
So bring your face to the place.
There's a party on the second floor.

Drop the needle on the vinyl if you're feeling suicidal,
For tomorrow we will surely die.
Pull the shades and break a sweat,
And build a horny silhouette,
For all the neighbors who are still outside.

All the food is on the table,
If you're willing young and able,
To feel better than you did before,
Just bring your face to the place.
There's a party on the second floor.