| Call me black, call me white, call me anything you like
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| Just don’t call me late for the party
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| Everybody’s jammin', jacked up for a ride
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| The leather’s breakin', skirts are shakin', we’re feelin' good tonite
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| Over in the corner, standin' all alone
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| A sweet young lady, lookin' like she may be hungry for a bone
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| Yeah rockin' down the house, screamin' thru the halls
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| Everybody won’t be happy 'til we’re tearing down the walls
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| So come on, and hold on, the party’s never, ever, gonna stop
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| Call me black, call me white, call me anything you like
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| Just don’t call me late for the party
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| Keep it hard, keep it clean, chase it down with gasoline
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| And don’t be late for the party
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| The band is crankin' louder, the guitars in my brain
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| The bass is thumpin', the drums are pumpin', it’s drivin' me insane
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| I must be going crazy, my feet can’t feel the floor
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| Gonna swan dive in the punch bowl, and go swimmin' for the door
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| Yeah burnin' down the house, screamin' thru the halls
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| Everybody won’t be happy till this f**ker falls
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| So come on and hold on, the party’s never, ever, gonna stop
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| C’mum mum mum, kick it good, melt that sugar like a honey should
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| Work it in and out, slide it up and down, shake that sugar to the ground
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| Ow c’mumm mum mum little piece of pie, fill my cup till the well runs dry
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| Now c’mon, an' hold on, the party’s never, ever, gonna stop
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| (Call me black, call me white, call me anything you like
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| Just don’t call me late for the party)
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| Yeah let your honey move ya, let your honey groove ya
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| Everybody, everybody shake
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| Call me black, call me white, call me anything you like
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| Just don’t call me late for the party, yeah! |