The Lonely Island, Julian Casablancas - Boombox lyrics
[The Lonely Island, Julian Casablancas - Boombox lyrics]
Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where
The poor get snubbed the spread is bland
Sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people
Will ever cut loose
But then I walk in the room
Hold my boombox high
And what happened next will blow your mind
Everything got out of control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing
Now, picture if you will
A bunch of businessmen
Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen
The ties around their necks are
Like a hangman's noose
In the middle of the table
There's a boiled goose
The old people smell makes you want
To puke in the sink
These dudes'll never dance, yeah
That's what you think
I stride in the room all young and hip
Hold up my boombox and say, "Listen to this!"
Then everyone started to move
People rejoiced instead of financing
Your preconceived notions were shattered
By the super old white people dancing
The Big Apple, where people never dance
Spirit's go down while profit's expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice?
The street vendors peddling
Their boiled goose so many types of people
They'll never get along
'Til I bust out my boombox and play this song
The music washed away all the hate
And society started advancing
Every demographic was represented
It was a rainbow coalition of dancing
Woah, everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Woah, I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed
On their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse
Every day for lunch they eat boiled goose
So I grabbed my boombox and
Hit the turbo bass
And what happened next was a total disgrace
Everybody started having sex
The music was way too powerful
A bunch of old people fucking like rabbit's
It was disgusting to say the least, oh
A boombox can change the world
You gotta know your limit's with a boombox
This was a cautionary tale
A boombox is not a toy
The stuffy old money where
The poor get snubbed the spread is bland
Sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people
Will ever cut loose
But then I walk in the room
Hold my boombox high
And what happened next will blow your mind
Everything got out of control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing
Now, picture if you will
A bunch of businessmen
Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen
The ties around their necks are
Like a hangman's noose
In the middle of the table
There's a boiled goose
The old people smell makes you want
To puke in the sink
These dudes'll never dance, yeah
That's what you think
I stride in the room all young and hip
Hold up my boombox and say, "Listen to this!"
Then everyone started to move
People rejoiced instead of financing
Your preconceived notions were shattered
By the super old white people dancing
The Big Apple, where people never dance
Spirit's go down while profit's expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice?
The street vendors peddling
Their boiled goose so many types of people
They'll never get along
'Til I bust out my boombox and play this song
The music washed away all the hate
And society started advancing
Every demographic was represented
It was a rainbow coalition of dancing
Woah, everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Woah, I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed
On their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse
Every day for lunch they eat boiled goose
So I grabbed my boombox and
Hit the turbo bass
And what happened next was a total disgrace
Everybody started having sex
The music was way too powerful
A bunch of old people fucking like rabbit's
It was disgusting to say the least, oh
A boombox can change the world
You gotta know your limit's with a boombox
This was a cautionary tale
A boombox is not a toy