Party City

Running into teenagers and stripping off our clothes
Bathrooms of our stadiums, sticking things up our nose
We’re the ones who always win, we put our closing hats one
Throwing money at their feet, eating pizza all day long
Hazed over alleyways, it looks like we’re one tight
Burritos dropped straight to the floor, the Lucha’s in our sight
Never going to hold it in or keep it to ourselves
But now I stare at this fine line, vacuum failure, please help
We are, Party City, sometimes we go alone
We are, Party City, we’re in the magic zone.