Sangtekst: Harry Connick, Jr.. That Party.

Went to a little get-together
With some old friends
Not much has changed
Since the last time I saw them

There's a chicken in uniform
Wooden leg and a matchstick arm
Saying, "Left my wing back on the farm
Tried the buffet"

Tiny took a turn on steel guitar
After he got a fresh feel for the bar
Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar
Saying, "Wanna jam?"

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
Wants to shoot-up some fun
Saying, "I'm failing science and math
But I'm head of the class in murder one"

Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets
And advertised for run-a-ways
That only dance on holidays
When crutches cut in

Willa was disenchanted
Tossed her garter and demanded
Nothing can be recanted
If it was nothing to begin with

A magician did card tricks
For a bunch of well-heeled hicks
And held up a red six
One said, "That's a black seven"

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

A disconcerted youth with a gun
That semi-precious son
He needs to learn if you take a life
You ain't got none

Cracked pelicans rode magnolias
Sent advice to rebel soldiers
That all ended with, "I told ya's
So then why do you ask?"

You can tell it's getting late
When Cal calls himself Kate
And peons hire potentates
Saying, "When you finish trim the hedges"

I'm making a hurried get-a-way
Down Santa Monica, out of L.A.
If you like it so much stay
There's a theme park in the mix, yeah

I don't like throwing parties like that
But I love going
They said no guests so I thought of you
Hey mama, it's on

It's on
It's on
It's on
Mama it's on