笨小笨The Party (Live)歌词由M. Jones and the Melee演唱，出自专辑《At the Fireside Lounge (Live) [Explicit]》，下面是《The Party (Live)》完整版歌词！
The Party (Live)歌词完整版
Get your hand off the small of my back,
We're three short seconds away from a panic attack.
Rinse your mouth and survey the room;
All these sharp-dressed little shivers will patiently listen to you.
Oh the kid is going hunting,
The kid is going hunting at the party.
Intoxicated by the moonlight
Stretched across the ceiling.
The eye begets the lie begets the lie begets the lie
That my thigh begets my time, what's that got to do with you and I.
So crawl your fingers from the trace of my spine,
You've studied it enough to grow your own, why the hell do you still need mine?
The kid is going hunting,
The kid is going hunting at the party.
Intoxicated by the moonlight
Splattered on the ceiling.
Pins and needles! Pins and needles!
Prolix posturing peacock pedantry!
Pompous pedagogue,
And that whole lot of whisky words
Are the sick breath at my hind,
Have another drink and wander off into the night
Oh, but you'd better practice that winnin' smile, sweetie,
In case I ever catch you in my headlights.
