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We goanâ party like we just came home from war
And have an old school Roman orgy
We goanâ party like itâs Mardi Gras
And we all gettinâ drunk in Old New Orleans
Iâm-a take it back to the Golden Ages
Before the plague made rap so dangerous
Back to a place where the most contagious
Rash was behavinâ so outrageous
Back in the day, when no cow was sacred
Thatâs when the pagans would go out naked
To dance and play and have wild relations
The passionate way, with no hesitations
This place is a nomad oasis
Where people go mad or go back to basics
As some grow fat on soul saturations
Iâm so glad I know where that place is
Where no rat races sow active hatred
And most have nothinâ but moâ happy faces
We goanâ have one of those celebrations
If we gotta take it back to Cro-Magnon ancients
We goanâ party like we just came home from war
And have an old school Roman orgy
We goanâ party like itâs Mardi Gras
And we all gettinâ drunk in Old New Orleans
We goanâ party like a war is over
And no one in the downtown core is sober
A cornucopia of gorgeous odors
Roaring motors, and four-leafed clovers
âCause the whole world over thereâs no more exposure
To any explosions, swords or soldiers
And no more extortion of foreign cultures
Where people get treated like organ donors
For the vultures; party like thereâs no more onerous
Bulldozers or border closures
An no courts either to lord it over
The people, and ignore the voters
And no more debt-loads and mortgage holders
And no poor workers and remorseless owners
Party like the weight of all chores and homework
Is born no more by mortal shoulders
We goanâ party like we just came home from war
And have an old school Roman orgy
We goanâ party like itâs Mardi Gras
And we all gettinâ drunk in Old New Orleans
We goanâ get rowdy like itâs carnival
Mardi Gras in the heart of New Orleans, yâall
We got rich and poor, short and tall
We got garbage haulers and Barbie dolls
Blue-collar workers, rock stars and all
We goanâ get retarded to start it off
And let the bar flow like a waterfall
As unconscious bodies get carted off
I know itâs hard to stop when the jar is involved
But itâs not your fault if you drop the ball
When itâs all yeast, hops and barley malt
And the floor ainât really that far to fall
And your home ainât really that far to crawl
And it ainât about logic, not at all
So donât give no thought to the smartest call
And get off the wall, âcause itâs a party yâall
We goanâ party like we just came home from war
And have an old school Roman orgy
We goanâ party like itâs Mardi Gras
And we all gettinâ drunk in Old New Orleans
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