Party Shake

Well there's a big bordello in the red light part of town
And lots of women out there with a flair for gettin’ down
No she ain’t fancy in her leopard print pants slappin’ her big bamzee
Naughty naughty naughty party shake
Well everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
Everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
She so pretty and just assume shake 'em in your big city
Got a lot of body gotta shout yeah yeah yeah
Everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
Everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
Grandad sees red now he’s breakin’ beer bottles over grandma's head
Naughty Naughty Naughty Party Shake
Whoa Party Shake Out of control
I seen some cross eyed dude on a stripper pole
There ain’t one still ass
Not one tip toein’ through the broken glass
Party Party Party Party party shake
Lookout below
You keep goin' on like this you're gonna blow out your skanecktazoink, professor
I was told the city fathers specifically requested that he play piano in a blindfold
Now in the room there is vomit and cryin’ goin’ on
And happy hookers that their John is dead drunk
Big Jesus take me away
Don’t wanna see none of this by the light of day
Anyone with sense is sittin’ on their rump
But when it comes to fun, they flunk
It’s the shame of our city
This street where sin is king
Liquor, bongos, reefers, G-String wagering
And the wildest goings on since Nero
Join Tomcat and Mr. Swagger as we expose this
Pagan Parthenon of nude bartenders
And the no limit girls of this county
May they be banished forever!
Ooooh Glory be that showty's thicker then a pig under an apple tree
And a fool I know is barefoot standin’ in her toilet bowl
Ohh no no
Well everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
Everybody in the party gotta shake (shake) Shake you sexy things
God she’s tacky but all the men here are her lackeys
She’s got all our dough
Oh no no no not sweet Marie she peeps around the door while we go pee
She found young Bill
Now they call that boy de le pepper mill
Now all the clientele wanna watch him shake
May every participant in this prurient soiree be kicked to death by wild horses
With God as my witness I shall remo...