Who Rocks the Party Lyrics

	作曲 : Savy Fav
	Who rocks the party
	That rocks the body?
	We rock the party
	That rocks the body.
	I have got my coat on
	And I'm headed toward the gates
	Of the great estate.
	They can't loose the dogs on us,
	Because the dogs like us
	More than the dogs like them.
	See the servants in the
	Southwest corner of the yard.
	They've got booze
	And they've got bonfires.
	Who needs horse shoes?
	Who need lawn darts?
	**** the champagne
	We want gin
	We'll take back toad hall again.
	Call the cops to hall us in,
	They're already here,
	Up on the chandelier,
	This is the party of the year.
	The thing falls down
	In a smash of glass.
	The chief of police is on his
	Ass.
	The kitchen staff is
	Up in stitches,
	Theyre burning up theyre
	Masters britches.

	zuo qu : Savy Fav
	Who rocks the party
	That rocks the body?
	We rock the party
	That rocks the body.
	I have got my coat on
	And I' m headed toward the gates
	Of the great estate.
	They can' t loose the dogs on us,
	Because the dogs like us
	More than the dogs like them.
	See the servants in the
	Southwest corner of the yard.
	They' ve got booze
	And they' ve got bonfires.
	Who needs horse shoes?
	Who need lawn darts?
	the champagne
	We want gin
	We' ll take back toad hall again.
	Call the cops to hall us in,
	They' re already here,
	Up on the chandelier,
	This is the party of the year.
	The thing falls down
	In a smash of glass.
	The chief of police is on his
	Ass.
	The kitchen staff is
	Up in stitches,
	Theyre burning up theyre
	Masters britches.

	zuò qǔ : Savy Fav
	Who rocks the party
	That rocks the body?
	We rock the party
	That rocks the body.
	I have got my coat on
	And I' m headed toward the gates
	Of the great estate.
	They can' t loose the dogs on us,
	Because the dogs like us
	More than the dogs like them.
	See the servants in the
	Southwest corner of the yard.
	They' ve got booze
	And they' ve got bonfires.
	Who needs horse shoes?
	Who need lawn darts?
	the champagne
	We want gin
	We' ll take back toad hall again.
	Call the cops to hall us in,
	They' re already here,
	Up on the chandelier,
	This is the party of the year.
	The thing falls down
	In a smash of glass.
	The chief of police is on his
	Ass.
	The kitchen staff is
	Up in stitches,
	Theyre burning up theyre
	Masters britches.

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