Verse 1

You wore your party shoes to buy a bag of ice

Came back with a lemon and a questionable disguise

The neighbors heard you practicing your royal wave

Now the whole apartment block is asking you to behave

Pre-Chorus

You say, “Tonight, we’re keeping it refined”

Then put a paper crown on everyone in line

Chorus

Hey, hey, raise a glass up high

We’re the last ones leaving, we’re the first ones asking why

Hey, hey, spin around again

If the cake’s on fire, call it part of the plan

Oh-oh, everybody in

Oh-oh, let the good mess begin

Verse 2

You made a grand entrance through the kitchen door