Max Webster - The Party lyrics

Cat's in the bag the neighbours holler
This party's higher than the Eiffel tower

We're all here to be reckless
We're all sleazy and easy to please
Dreamers and schemers on the loose

We're all here for a celebration
The madcap scene and the Max machine
And the friends you see go up in smoke
And this heel toe dance song tour de force
Climbing a cloud, climbing a cloud
Put a little life on the line

Here's Lucy, she's choosy
Of who calls her on the phone
She's from a very rich foreign family
But displaced 'cause of rivalry at home

Now Daphne is the orphan
Still searching for her roots
She likes concert blisters and leather boots
And knows one fact: her act is to get loose

Now we're just musicians
Here to thin the thickness of your skin

Show us your body show us your curls
Show us your tour de force
Show us your thrills
Keep that smile on your face
This is the best offer you've had so far

We're innocent we're naive
In the cabarets we get our veins wet
In the saloons we hassle the richest guests
In the climb we're breathless above the rest

Climbing a cloud, climbing a cloud