Album Name : She
Release Date : 1994-06-30
Song Duration : 5:12
Harry Connick, Jr That Party
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
