The Party Songtext
von Max Webster

Cats in the bag / the neighbours holler
This party is higher / than the eiffel tower

We′re all here to be reckless / we're all sleazy and easy to please
Dreamers and schemers on the loose

We′re all here for a celebration / the madcap scene and the max machine
And the friends you see go up in smoke
And this heel toe dance song tour de force

Climbing a cloud climbing a cloud / put a little life on the line

Here's Lucy she's choosey / of who calls her on the phone
She′s from a very rich foreign family / but displaced cause of rivalry at home


Now Daphne is the orphan / still searching for her roots
She likes concert blisters and leather boots
And knows one fact her act is to get loose

Now we′re just musicians / here to thin the thickness of your skin

Show us your body / show us your curls / show us your tour de force
Show us your thrills / keep that smile on your face
This is the best offer you've had so far

We′re innocent we're naive / in the cabarets we get our veins wet
In the saloons we hassle the richest guests
In the climb we′re breathless above the rest

Climbing a cloud climbing a cloud