Song parody of
It's A Rave-Up!
by The Reverend Horton Heat
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We’ve got a block party, goes Sunday night
Right around the setting sun
The whole neighborhood and some stragglers too
Dancing and having fun
Record machine goes again and again
People don’t want it to stop
Barefoot girls dancing by the pool
Ooh, you can hear the pitter pop
Sure they get wild, but the don’t misbehave
They just rave and rave and rave
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
Yeah, it’s a rave-up baby
Every now and then the police come
Telling us to turn it down
I really don’t believe what they say is true
That they’re hearing us clear across town
I got a drawer stuffed with the tickets they gave
They just rave, and rave and rave.
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
Doing the twist and the boogaloo
Even the Lindy Hop
I really don’t know what the future may bring
But for now I know it ain’t gonna stop
It’s Sunday’s last chance for the Monday we slave
So we rave, and rave and rave
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
C’mon over honey, It’s a rave-up
We’ve got a block party, goes Sunday night
Right around the setting sun
The whole neighborhood and some stragglers too
Dancing and having fun
Record machine goes again and again
People don’t want it to stop
Barefoot girls dancing by the pool
Ooh, you can hear the pitter pop
Sure they get wild, but the don’t misbehave
They just rave and rave and rave
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
Yeah, it’s a rave-up baby
Every now and then the police come
Telling us to turn it down
I really don’t believe what they say is true
That they’re hearing us clear across town
I got a drawer stuffed with the tickets they gave
They just rave, and rave and rave.
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
Doing the twist and the boogaloo
Even the Lindy Hop
I really don’t know what the future may bring
But for now I know it ain’t gonna stop
It’s Sunday’s last chance for the Monday we slave
So we rave, and rave and rave
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
It’s a rave-up
C’mon over honey, It’s a rave-up
