Feast (remastered) from Y by Yoghurt

Feast


With friends all together it’s so hard to say goodbye
Leaving at a party makes me wanna cry
Dragged inside again it’s like floating in a womb
The floor is shaking, a ceiling’s breaking
I hear enchanting melodies in an opposite room

Step aside, please, I’m heading for the beer
I’m a big boy now, I conquered all my fears
I used to be someone who didn’t know what to think
Of all those hip folks out there dressed in neon pink

The kitchen’s crowded, there’s party everywhere
Just lift any carpet and you will find people under there
In the bathroom girls are powdering noses
Fiddlin’ with their bras dotted with tiny roses
I’m in a garden where flowers soon will bloom

You know my karma is green as a tree?
Do you want my phone-number, or shall I give you my key?
Last night I had a dream, being the leadsinger of the Jackson Five
Have you seen Twin Peaks, and can you do the jive?

Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life

It’s almost midnight, booze just stopped flowing
They want some people to get it, but I’m not going

Let me sit here for a while, and have a little peace
What do you mean, I’m sitting on your goat-milk-cheese?
You mean this cracker is your party-dinner?
Well, I’m gonna dance again, I feel like the world’s greatest sinner

Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life

Bridge

I think I’m leaving, I’m hot and I’m steaming
It feels like chili, moist with spicy semen
Before this feast transforms into a beast
I gotta get outta here and cover myself with sheets

Well, goodbye now, and have fun, my dear
Oh… you just opened another can of beer
Now I missed the nighttrain, the bus and everything
‘n’ I’ve got no bicycle, but what the hell, this lager makes me sing

Chorus:
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life
Yeah, let’s do the jive
Mister Smith, put on another wacky slide
Yeah, that party jive
Always longing for endless party life

• Rock
• alternative
• haarlem
• pop
• progrock
• rock
• sympho
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• Haarlem