Songtext
Fill the kiddie pool
Up with Prosecco
Get the LEDs on
Need the spectacle
Gotta beat the one last week
Let's get a record
If you're tryna be a go-getter
You gotta go and get it
Desperate times
Call for desperate pleasures
Some legitimate headlines
Mostly cries for attention
The camera speeds
Copy ready to read
Oughta be a good night
We're live in 3, 2—
Fuck, man, busted on a hot mic
Cuz it's a hurricane
A hurricane party
End days
Every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
Dead men float
A hurricane party
Gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don't hold back
Because the water won't
Looks like someone leaked the password
Too much tea to clean earl grey disaster
Campaign manager come walks it backwards
But he's the one who tipped TV—clever bastard
Shots fired in the echo chamber
Rico-ricochet
The other side puts kids in danger
Don't matter what their argument, that's what they always say
Front of the parade girl spins a baton
Band leader conducts with a corn on the cob
The new sound gets everybody out on their lawn
Composed for french horn, cash register, mob
Cuz it's a hurricane
A hurricane party
End days
Every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
Dead men float
A hurricane party
Gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don't hold back
Because the water won't
Okay, who broke the chain letter
Too much bad luck to try to get away with it
One more plague, nobody goes to recess
Chatbots away take out your paper pieces
Longhand
Gimme an essay on the living conditions in Oz written by the Strawman
Housing shot up, looking for a soft land
Dorothy comes to, couldn't give a goddamn
Looking for a few recruits
To do what must be done
So if you got the heart and a pair of good boots
Meet me at the food court by Forever 21
Cuz it's a hurricane
A hurricane party
End days
Every other Wednesday
Live girls dance
Dead men float
A hurricane party
Gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don't hold back
Because the water won't