Lyrics:

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 impresario 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 then 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

It's on, it's on, it's on...
Mama, it's on.