Death of the Party
Everybody is having big fun,
the party is lively ... really jumping
The love is being spread freely
All the ladies are looking glamorously good,
all the fellas are dressed like stars of Hollywood
Yeah, it's all good,
everything's grooving like it should
The music is popping,
inhibitions are dropping
Conversations are getting intense,
party mood is shifting towards romance
But then comes the pumpkin ring at the door,
changing everything ... it ain't like it was before
Laughter all dies down at midnight,
hushed voices creep around the room
Somehow a once happy party got real gloom and doom
Like the sickly feeling you get
when you ate some bad mushrooms
Sly done arrived on the scene,
turning this cool party into a bad happening
And when Sly calls,
everyone know what that means
Sly is urban legend of a dark kind:
He is like Bad News Bears,
Ray Charles falling down the stairs
Jim Jones flavored Kool-Aid,
Titanic crushing Little Miss Mermaid
If Sly turns up in your neighborhood,
it's all bad, it ain't never good
He is the Wolfman letting his hair down,
he's rotten tomatoes thrown by Killer Clowns
He is the Grim Reaper on last rites patrol,
he's the Black Plague dirty dancing on your soul
Sly is surely the death of any party ...
if he shows up,
bring your own funeral tickets please
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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