Lyrics Jr. Harry Connick – 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