This is what happens when our friend Chris gets bored. Written to the tune of “Party in the USA”. He ain’t right. LOL
with a collar and my leather chaps
welcome to the land of leather sex
am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to the right and I see the MAL sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so kinky.
My tummys turnin and I’m feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous,
That’s when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Kylie song was on
and the Kylie song was on
and the Kylie song was on
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin’ my head like yeah
Thrusting my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They’re playin my song
I know I’m gonna be ok
Yeah, It’s a party in the DCA
Yeah, It’s a party in the DCA
Get to the hotel in my taxi cab
Everybody’s lookin at me now
Like “whos that guy, thats rockin’ boots?
He’s gotta be from out of town”
So hard with my boys all around me
Its definitely like a Chicago party
Cause’ all I see are harnesses
I guess I never made the purchase
My tummys turnin and I’m feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I’m nervous
That’s when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Kelly song was on
and the Kelly song was on
and the Kelly song was on
So I put my hands up
They’re playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin’ my head like yeah
Thrusting my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They’re playin my song
I know I’m gonna be ok
Yeah, It’s a party in the DCA
Yeah, It’s a party in the DCA