Lyrics Harry Connick, Jr.

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 jamm???"

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...

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