Boombox

Imagine in your mind a posh country club

The stuffy old money where the poor kid's snubbed

The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose

There's no way these people will ever cut loose

But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high

And what happened next, will blow your mind

Everything got outta control

The music was so entrancing

Everyone got out on the floor

It was a bunch of old white people dancing

Now picture if you will a bunch of business men

Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen

The ties around the necks are like a hangman's noose

In the middle of the table theres a boiled goose

The old people smell makes you want to puke in the sink

These dudes will never dance yeah that's what you think

I stride in the room all young and hip

Hold up my boombox and say listen to this

Then everyone started to move

People rejoiced instead of financing

Your preconcieved notions were shattered

By the super old white people dancing

The big apple, where people never dance

Spirits go down while profits expand

The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice

The street benders peddling their boiled goose

So many types of people will never get along

Till I bust out my boombox and play this song

The music washed away all the hate

And society started advancing

Every demographic was represented

It was a rainbow coalition of dancing

Whoa!

Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves

Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh!

I saw a spanish guy doing the Bartman

Transport now to an old folks home

Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones

The orderlies are stealing there's no excuse

Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose

So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base

And what happened next was a total disgrace

Everybody started having sex

The music was way too powerful

A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits

It was disgusting to say the least

Oh!

A boombox can change the world

You gotta know your limits with a boombox

This was a cautionary tale

A boombox is not a toy