Boombox - The Lonely Island
[The Lonely Island] Imagine in your mind a posh country club The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose There's no way these people will ever cut loose But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high And what happened next, will blow your mind [Julian Casablancas] Everything got outta control The music was so entrancing Everyone got out on the floor It was a bunch of old white people dancing [The Lonely Island] Now picture if you will a bunch of business men Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen The ties around their necks are like a hangman's noose In the middle of the table there's a boiled goose The old people smell makes you want to puke in the sink These dudes will never dance, yeah that's what you think I stride in the room all young and hip Hold up my boombox and say listen to this [Julian Casablancas] Then everyone started to move People rejoiced instead of financing Your preconceived notions were shattered By these super old white people dancing [The Lonely Island] The Big Apple, where people never dance Spirits go down while profits expand The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice The street vendors peddling their boiled goose So many types of people they'll never get along Till I bust out my boombox and play this song [Julian Casablancas] The music washed away all their hate And society started advancing Every demographic was represented It was a rainbow coalition of daaaancing Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh ! Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh ! I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman [The Lonely Island] Transport now to an old folks home Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo bass And what happened next was a total disgrace [Julian Casablancas] Everybody started having sex The music was way too powerful A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits It was disgusting to say the least Oh! A boombox can change the world You gotta know your limits with a boombox This was a cautionary tale A boombox is not a toy
Artist: The Lonely Island
Title: Boombox