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Calling Paris
Come in, London
Come in New York
Hello, Rio
The bad news is, the world is ending
The good news is, there's a party
But you better get here quick
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bustin' hell, plastin' just cowbells
Marks itself in front of your digs
There's a place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen, past the Straits of Magellan
And things are always looking up down here
'Cause there's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Forget the temples in Nepal, cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world
Well, it seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just gonna steal from myself
If your attitude's appalling, there's a latitude that's calling
Get yourself past that continental shelf
Now the band that we hired is playing quite inspired
Singing, Eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
And the location so nice, we'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica is just around the block
There's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Now don't make that big mistake and wind up with Miss Jamaica
There's a party at the end of world
Flying machines, yellow submarines
French girls in cowboy décor, d'accord
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they'll all just be screaming for more
Amor, amor
In case you hadn't heard, things are getting quite absurd
Nothing really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis, oh God, how I miss those Commies
No one seems to play fair anymore
But I've spoken to the yogis, had some meanings with my roadies
Who assure me the arrangements are complete
Just below the Roaring 40's, I am gonna plough some sorties
You best arrange that cherished window seat
To the party at the end of the world
Where the locals do that tango twirl
I don't care about the rapture when there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world
Who cares if there's no fire?
We'll be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end, you surely must attend
The party at the end of the world
Come in, London
Come in New York
Hello, Rio
The bad news is, the world is ending
The good news is, there's a party
But you better get here quick
When you feel like a written off actor on Deadwood
About to get fed to the pigs
When that preacher's bustin' hell, plastin' just cowbells
Marks itself in front of your digs
There's a place you can go called Tierra Del Feugo
Down in the Southern Hemisphere
It's kinda Troy without Helen, past the Straits of Magellan
And things are always looking up down here
'Cause there's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Forget the temples in Nepal, cancel the fete in Montreal
There's a party at the end of the world
Well, it seems like I've run out of reasons to be here
So I'm just gonna steal from myself
If your attitude's appalling, there's a latitude that's calling
Get yourself past that continental shelf
Now the band that we hired is playing quite inspired
Singing, Eskimos and eunuchs from Bangkok
And the location so nice, we'll never run out of ice
'Cause Antarctica is just around the block
There's a party at the end of the world
Where the locals do the tango twirl
Now don't make that big mistake and wind up with Miss Jamaica
There's a party at the end of world
Flying machines, yellow submarines
French girls in cowboy décor, d'accord
RSVP isn't needed you see
And they'll all just be screaming for more
Amor, amor
In case you hadn't heard, things are getting quite absurd
Nothing really shocks us that's for sure
Roadside bombers and tsunamis, oh God, how I miss those Commies
No one seems to play fair anymore
But I've spoken to the yogis, had some meanings with my roadies
Who assure me the arrangements are complete
Just below the Roaring 40's, I am gonna plough some sorties
You best arrange that cherished window seat
To the party at the end of the world
Where the locals do that tango twirl
I don't care about the rapture when there's native girls to capture
There's a party at the end of the world
Who cares if there's no fire?
We'll be rocking in Ushuaia
At the party at the end, you surely must attend
The party at the end of the world
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