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Kate Rancid
I'm holding a big party
And everyone can come.
I've invited everybody
from Black Sabbath to my mum.
I'm going to get a DJ,
some lights and lots of booze,
So come along! You're welcome!
Let's spread the joyful news!
I'm kicking off at eight o'clock,
So come within that hour.
I thought to get us going we
Could have a little shower,
And then perhaps a little sleep
Upon a bed of straw,
Before we hit the slippery wetness
Of the vast dance floor.
The main room will be heaving,
The carpet thick and lush,
And round the back the Chill-Out room,
If you require some hush,
With its two raised, rounded platforms,
Split smoothly in between,
The perfect place to just relax
And watch the merry scene.
I've got myself a marquee
In case of rain or storm.
It does its job despite the fact
It's rather old and worn.
The stripes have all but faded,
It's lost its shape somewhat,
And it has a slightly musty smell
That comes from all the rot.
We'll dine on fish and chocolate,
And drink white wine and scrumpy,
And maybe get some chocolate milk...
Though this might be quite lumpy.
We'll dance to funky techno,
The kind you get at raves,
And then we'll go exporing in
My own huge ancient caves.
I hope that you can make it,
We'll have a wondrous night.
Oh please say you can make it.
Oh please say that you might.
We'll have a good old knees-up,
I know you like to dance,
So take this as an invite to
The party in my pants.
