That Party Lyrics
| Song | That Party |
| Artist | Harry Connick, Jr. |
| Album | She |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Connick, McLean | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Connick, McLean | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Connick, McLean | |
| 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 |
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