Smosh - The Real Party Song lyrics
[Smosh - The Real Party Song lyrics]
This is gonna be the greatest night
Inviting our friends and we’re doing it right
We’ll host the best parties, it’ll be so cool
Wanna party with us? You
Better follow the rules (R-r-real party)
When you plan a party, man
You gotta be smart
Duct tape your fridge and hide
The fragiles at the start
Take a look so your Facebook
Invite is on point
‘Cause you don’t want douchey dudes
All rude in the joint
Slip off your shoes when you
Slide in the door
‘Cause we don’t want dog poo
All over the floor
And you better bring your own beer
‘Cause we’re not freakin’ rich
Just look at our chair
It’s made of popsicle sticks
This is gonna be the greatest night
We replaced all the booze with Diet Sprite
Make sure all the dudes
Are peeing sitting down
No need for pee stains all over the ground
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)
Now the party’s poppin’
Gotta get more strict
What the hell did we say, dude? No dicks!
Beer pong’s for flippin’ fools
That ball is frickin’ dirty
You’ll die from meningitis way
Before you’re even thirty
Who’s that creeper creepin’ in
The corner with Fido?
Get away from Fido, you freaky albino
Only use one square of TP
‘cause we ain’t made of cash
Just look at our stripper, she has a flat ass
This is gonna be the greatest night
No spills on the rug, everybody’s polite
Kicking everyone out of our house by 10
If this party goes well, we might do it again
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)
People still partying? Man, it’s 10: 13
Get the fuck out my house
If you know what I mean
Stop banging on my bed and
Don’t jack my socks gotta rise at five
Serve fries at Jack in the Box
Who got the pesto on my remote control?
My rage meter’s rising and
About to reach full
And who the fuck threw this
Garbage in the recycling bin?
I’m gonna kill you motherfuckers if
You do it again
Parties aren’t the place to drink
Booze and get laid
If at the end we gotta clean up and be maids
Parties aren’t the place for taking selfies
That’s dumb if you wanted that
You should’ve thrown your own one
Parties aren’t the place where we
Spend a lot of money
Can’t afford a doctor and my
Stools are hecka bloody whaaaa?
This totally was the greatest night
In bed by 10: 30 and turned out the lights
Called the cops on the party
Beat the women and men
Can’t wait to have another
Bomb-ass party again
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)
Inviting our friends and we’re doing it right
We’ll host the best parties, it’ll be so cool
Wanna party with us? You
Better follow the rules (R-r-real party)
When you plan a party, man
You gotta be smart
Duct tape your fridge and hide
The fragiles at the start
Take a look so your Facebook
Invite is on point
‘Cause you don’t want douchey dudes
All rude in the joint
Slip off your shoes when you
Slide in the door
‘Cause we don’t want dog poo
All over the floor
And you better bring your own beer
‘Cause we’re not freakin’ rich
Just look at our chair
It’s made of popsicle sticks
This is gonna be the greatest night
We replaced all the booze with Diet Sprite
Make sure all the dudes
Are peeing sitting down
No need for pee stains all over the ground
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)
Now the party’s poppin’
Gotta get more strict
What the hell did we say, dude? No dicks!
Beer pong’s for flippin’ fools
That ball is frickin’ dirty
You’ll die from meningitis way
Before you’re even thirty
Who’s that creeper creepin’ in
The corner with Fido?
Get away from Fido, you freaky albino
Only use one square of TP
‘cause we ain’t made of cash
Just look at our stripper, she has a flat ass
This is gonna be the greatest night
No spills on the rug, everybody’s polite
Kicking everyone out of our house by 10
If this party goes well, we might do it again
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)
People still partying? Man, it’s 10: 13
Get the fuck out my house
If you know what I mean
Stop banging on my bed and
Don’t jack my socks gotta rise at five
Serve fries at Jack in the Box
Who got the pesto on my remote control?
My rage meter’s rising and
About to reach full
And who the fuck threw this
Garbage in the recycling bin?
I’m gonna kill you motherfuckers if
You do it again
Parties aren’t the place to drink
Booze and get laid
If at the end we gotta clean up and be maids
Parties aren’t the place for taking selfies
That’s dumb if you wanted that
You should’ve thrown your own one
Parties aren’t the place where we
Spend a lot of money
Can’t afford a doctor and my
Stools are hecka bloody whaaaa?
This totally was the greatest night
In bed by 10: 30 and turned out the lights
Called the cops on the party
Beat the women and men
Can’t wait to have another
Bomb-ass party again
(That’s a real party, r-r-real party, y’all)
(That’s a-, that’s a real party, real party)