Lucky

Why do you party? 'Cause I like to dance. When do you party? When I get the chance. (Let's hear it one more time for the people in the back!) Why do you party? 'Cause I like to dance! When do you party? When I get the chance! When I get to the club, I walk in just like I'm the Fonz, then I punch that stupid jukebox 'Til it plays your favorite song. Then I find the merchandisers, Let the joystick move the claw. I want a Utah Jazz jersey wearing bear For you to carry through the mall. But instead out that dispenser, From the clutches of the claw, Comes a fully loaded Smith and Wesson, Ready to teach me a lesson, And before this night is through, You and I Will be staring down at China through The .429 inch hole in my shoe. No, I do not feel lucky. No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky. Your concern for me seems fake! So, no, I do not feel lucky. No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky. Your concern for me seems fake! So no, if I'm being honest with you, I guess I don't. I'm here to make friends and kick ass, And there's a bunch of people here we haven't met yet. (Let's hear it one more time for the people in the back!) I'm here to make friends and kick ass, And there's a bunch of people here we haven't met yet! But instead out that dispenser, Comes a Chinese finger trap. I will stick my finger in if you will stick your finger in, And then before this night is through, You and I Will be bugging the clerk for a pair of scissors To cut this fucked up puzzle right in two. No, I do not feel lucky. No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky. Your concern for me seems fake! So no, I do not feel lucky. No, I cannot say that I am feeling very lucky. I'm pretty sure you're being rhetorical, But on the off chance you actually care how I'm feeling, The answer is no!