Party people out…

Out to find some sex,
fancy clothes and fancy shoes
and dance dance dance dance.
Nothing matters to mad hatters.
Pass the cheese and pass the wine
and laugh laugh laugh laugh!

They’ve got so many
places to go,
and their way,
they pretend they don’t know,
of the people they pass,
who don’t have a home…

Party people…

Somebody
has got to have a heart.
This city is sick
and it’s tearing me apart.
Without money,
you can’t make a start.
If you’re not dripping with money,
you can’t make a start.

Party people out…

Out to find some sex,
fancy clothes and fancy shoes
and dance dance dance dance.
Nothing matters to mad hatters.
Pass the cheese and pass the wine
and laugh laugh laugh laugh!

They’ve got so many places to go,
and their way,
they pretend they don’t know
of the people they pass,
who don’t have a home…

Music by Erika Lloyd & Brad Whiteley
Lyrics by Erika Lloyd

Vocals: Erika Lloyd
Synth: Brad Whiteley
Drums: Kenneth Salters
Bass: Peter Maness

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