I guess each year in late spring
OFF-ice plans a “real good time”
“Bar-be-cue—let’s all get fed!”
Someone always shouts “Conga Line!”

Paul just put in a pool
So we’re all here in his back yard
Josie hates th’Sprite that I carried
“You shoulda known…we’d have a cash bar!”

Oh and I wonder how
I thought this could go down without beer
And if I had the choice
YOU should know I would-n’t be here
I just watched Pete kiss Andy’s wife

Hey!

Rhonda won’t stop complainin’
KEEPS gettin’ wet by the pool
Spends the evenin’ try’n to keep her boobs in
The top she SQUOZE in to, yeah!

Lacy’s gonna use a fork
To serve her runny Jell-O Sal-ad
Dale’s guitar makes him “The Band”
He’s SING-in’ Rhonda’s jugs a ballad
There’s butter but there is no knife

Oh yeah

“Does anybody want a Conga Line?”

No!

“Hey you can’t cut in line!”
“Will you pass the ketchup?”
“This burger’s raw inside!”
And the night seems to last forever
Forever…oh!

Yeah!

“Who wants to play some lawn games?”
Paul says, “Ev’ryone just follow me!”
But into the pool Josie’s puking
Mood for croquet, it dies instantly

So I’m standing on the porch
And Fred is talkin’ ‘bout the weather
Then he tries to hold my hand
I over-flinch and pull a header
FALL-ing—see flashes of my life

And then…

I plow myself into th’Conga Line

Uh huh
Why did it have to be th’Conga Line?

Oh yeah
Driving me crazy

Conga Line

Owwww…

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