Text: The Lonely Island. Incredibad. Boombox.
:
imagine in your mind a posh country club
the stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
the spread is bland sour kraut 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
everything got outta control
the music was so entrancing
evryone got out on the floor
it was a bunch of old white people dancing
now picture if you will a bunch of business men
stuffed in the board room like pigs in a pen
the ties around their necks are like a hangmans noose
in the middle of the table there's a boiled goose
the old people smell makes you wanna puke in the sink
these dudes'll never dance yeah thats what you think
i stride in the room all young and hip
hold up my boombox
and say listen to this
then evryone they started to move
people rejoiced instead of financing
your preconceived notions were shattered
by these super old white people dancing
the big apple, where people never dance
spirits go down while profits expand
the cops or the dealers whos got the juice
the street vendors peddling their boiled goose
so many types of people will never get along
till i bust out my boombox and play this song
the music washed away all the hate
and society started advancing
evry demograghic was represented
it was a rainbow coalition of dancing
whoahohoh
evry one was wearing fingerless gloves
whoaohoh
i saw a spanish guy doing the bartman
transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones.
The orderlies are stealing - there's no excuse!
Every day for lunch they eat boiled goose.
So I grab my boom box and hit the turbo bass,
And what happened next was a total disgrace.
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.
A boom box can change the world,
But you gotta know your limits with a boom box.
And this was a cautionary tale,
A BOOM BOX IS NOT A TOY!
(Thanks to Sam for these lyrics)
imagine in your mind a posh country club
the stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
the spread is bland sour kraut 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
everything got outta control
the music was so entrancing
evryone got out on the floor
it was a bunch of old white people dancing
now picture if you will a bunch of business men
stuffed in the board room like pigs in a pen
the ties around their necks are like a hangmans noose
in the middle of the table there's a boiled goose
the old people smell makes you wanna puke in the sink
these dudes'll never dance yeah thats what you think
i stride in the room all young and hip
hold up my boombox
and say listen to this
then evryone they started to move
people rejoiced instead of financing
your preconceived notions were shattered
by these super old white people dancing
the big apple, where people never dance
spirits go down while profits expand
the cops or the dealers whos got the juice
the street vendors peddling their boiled goose
so many types of people will never get along
till i bust out my boombox and play this song
the music washed away all the hate
and society started advancing
evry demograghic was represented
it was a rainbow coalition of dancing
whoahohoh
evry one was wearing fingerless gloves
whoaohoh
i saw a spanish guy doing the bartman
transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones.
The orderlies are stealing - there's no excuse!
Every day for lunch they eat boiled goose.
So I grab my boom box and hit the turbo bass,
And what happened next was a total disgrace.
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.
A boom box can change the world,
But you gotta know your limits with a boom box.
And this was a cautionary tale,
A BOOM BOX IS NOT A TOY!
(Thanks to Sam for these lyrics)