Now let me tell you �bout a story
Way Back in the day
When my parents decided they
Would spend the weekend away
And like fools they entrusted
The house keys to me and said
You better not have one of those
Unruly house parties
And now the first thing I did
As they rolled down the street
I picked the telephone up
And called all of my friends
�Cos tonight we’re gonna party
Like the world’s gonna end
Yeah tonight we’re gonna party
So you better call the FBI
Yeah go call 911
�Cos tonight we’re gonna party
Like the world’s gonna end
I never should have
Advertised this gig on the net
There was like 2000 people by
By quarter to ten
And there were kids everywhere
Smoking all kinds of things
I said you better not be in my moms bedroom
Shagging
And now I guess the neighbors didn’t
Dig the tunes that we spun
�Cos soon an entire SWAT team
Scaled the wall with their guns
And they was beating kids down
With nightsticks just for fun
Treating us like we was nothing
But criminals on the run
And the next thing I knew
I woke up in a cell
Yeah the next thing I knew they got me
Talking with the FBI…
The morning after and my head is in pain
Feels like I was hit by a small freight train
And I’m never gonna get that drunk again
I’m never gonna get that drunk again
Well maybe just not until next weekend…