Can I catch a van ride home
It’s only a kilometer or so
And the bar’s about to close
But there’s no last call in my garage
Got a stereo and some
Friends on their way over
None of us are sober
So I’m pretty sure this party might get weird
It always starts with Belafonte
Then every 90s hit played
And soon the room’s alive with
That Jagged Little Pill tape
So someone hit the high notes
And I think we can get a (five part)?
Tonight that fucking Journey song’s
Not terrible for once
If the cops came to our door right now
This utopian little dance floor
I don’t think they’d have the heart to shut us down
Maybe it’s just me and this duty free whiskey but I think this might be
What American nights are meant for