Party Party
©1996 Dakota Sid Clifford


There wouldn't a'been no trouble if we hadn't gone out tonight
Wouldn't a'been no problem and there wouldn't been that fight
Well I don't mean to criticize but it doesn't seem to bright
For you to lecture all them ranchers with your speech on animal rights
Didn't you see them buckles boy, didn't you get the point
We're just a couple strangers here and them fellows own the joint

        Party party, who's havin' fun now. Sometimes it's hard to tell
        Party party, close to the bone now. Some get heaven and some get hell

Wouldn't a'been so bad if we stayed out on the farm
Wouldn't a'been so painful and you wouldn't a broke your arm
On that big old motorcycle as they threw us out the door
And them eleven Harley Davidsons come down like dominos
I'm smelling gas and leather and thinkin' this ain't right
When eleven guys named "Bubba" come at me in the night

        Party party, who's havin' fun now. Sometimes it's hard to tell
        Party party, close t o the bone now. Some get heaven and some get hell

Well it wouldn't a'been so bad if you hadn't slipped and fell
Wallowing like a seabird in the Exxon oil spill
It didn't seem so funny then but now it's like a joke
The way you tried to kick that biker and got your foot caught in the spokes
And that woman in the pick-up truck she was sure a pretty sight
The one that drove across your arm and off into the night

        Party party, who's havin' fun now. Sometimes it's hard to tell
        Party party, close to the bone now. Some get heaven and some get hell
        Some get the high life and some have no stories to tell