| I woke up, hangover gone, and I was feeling alright |
| 'cause I had slept until the sun went down that Saturday night |
| Got out of bed and thought to myself, «Now what am I gonna do?» |
| I checked my messages, not horroscope, to try and find a clue |
| There was a message in particular that caught my eye |
| It said there was a party happening, it was near by |
| So I got myself dressed and I left my house |
| Got to the party, nothing stirring, not even a mouse |
| 'bout thirty people were there and most of them were dicks |
| Only three of them were girls, but they weighed as much as six |
| There was a small group of people around talking shit |
| About their jobs, pop music and politics |
| In the main room, the television was a hit |
| I said, «It's sad but true, most people are dicks» |
| I said, «How about some music?» And they said, «Freak that!» |
| They said, «Saturday Night Live is where it’s at» |
| I noticed a fat girl, she was checkin' me out |
| She told me it was her house and she showed me about… and around… |
| (When she sat around the house, she really sat around the house…) |
| I asked for beer and she said there was none |
| I asked for liquor and food and she said, «Boy, you’re screwed |
| «This party was 'Bring Your Own' and nothing is supplied» |
| «Well, you people are dicks!» is what I cried |
| Oh, so it’s bring my own? |
| Bring my own what? Fun?! |
| This Party Sucks, this party sucks |
| THIS PARTY SUCKS |
| B.Y.O.F. — Bring Your Own Fun |
| Because this Party Sucks, this party sucks |
| THIS PARTY SUCKS |
| This Party Sucks, this party sucks |
| THIS PARTY SUCKS |
| This party was the worst, I couldn’t take it anymore |
| I said «Adios,» grabbed my jacket and I ran for the door |
| I went home, drank some beer and fell asleep in a chair |
| There was knockin' at my door and as I checked to see who was there |
| I thought about the night and it made me sick |
| I thought, «It's sad but true, most people are dicks!» |
| There was a Mexican goddess standing at my door |
| She said she was Juanita, she just moved next door |
| She had a bottle of tequila, a seductive grin |
| I said, «Well, now it’s party time!» as I let her on in… |