Party Time
The Northern Boys Lyrics
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I just want to get fucked
Shovelling mountains of terrible stuff
Heroin, Ketamine, Jellybean Puff (Ugh)
Shove it in my brain, get it all mixed up
Like wow (Wow) , I'm a troubled soul
I'm living in a studio flat
That's covered in mould
Then I crawl in a hole like an ugly mole
I love drugs and sketchy pills
But my favourite ones are the ones that kill
(Yep) , quickly (yeah)
When I go, will my loved ones miss me?
Well the answer's no (Okay)
Chuck my corpse in a big main road (Yup)
Turn my head to a powdered skull (Okay)
Let rain pour, turn that to mulch
And that's the last scene of The Patrick Show
(Alright)
I sniff glue gun paste
Now my face is plastic (Plastic)
Having a gang bang to Jackson Five
(That's right) i'm a ratchet guy
Lost my wife, what a prat, goodbye
No (Bitch) , don't talk to me
Unless it's an emergency
I gotta go, I gotta take a number three
That's a piss and a shit and a wank in a tree
I said "Hello there, can I fill your hole?"
She took one look and she told me "No"
I got a wife at home and she hates me
I sleep outside 'cause she makes me (yeah)
Big bowl of the cocaine, that's my breakfast
I tried crack once, I just wanted to test it
And I'm hooked now, I could marry my pipe
My wife wouldn't care
She just wants me to die
It's party time, get your drugs out (What?)
If you wanna make love, get your muffs out
It's party time, get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
It's party time, get your drugs out (Wow)
If you wanna make love, get your muffs out
It's party time, get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
I said a hip, a hop, a hip (Hey, hey)
I dip my dick in the salsa
Dip on a Taco Tuesday (Taco Tuesday)
Can I spaff on your booblays? (Say yes)
Feel free to say no (Feel free to say no)
Bald, mean, and full of beans
I've got a Yamaha keyboard drum machine
(What's that?)
Metallica patch on my dungarees (Huh)
I said "Girl, can I get your number please?"
(Please)
Hang myself in the neighbour's garden
When he comes back, that's a nice surprise
(Ah) let the darkness just take your soul
Listen up chile, close your eyes
Just pull it out, don't cut my hair
Take my face, stub a cig right there
I'm a dirty, wretched man
Call me grandad 'cause I fucked your nan (Ah)
What's the worth?
Fuck the universe 'til it hurts (Okay)
I'm not used to these kinds of mental health
(Huh) issues, I just wanna live in a church
And find peace upon my brain
Jesus, please just stop my pain
I know you think that this is a game
But it's not now watch me walk away (Quick)
I'm a love machine, I don't know when to stop
I got a mouse trap here that can make my cock
Pink and red with a mighty bruise
In the club
Two stepping with my black school shoes
(Nice) luncheon meat in my boot cut jeans
Chuck it on bread with a bit of knob cheese
Tasty, would you like a bite?
Give the clap to your wife
Then I wave goodnight
It's party time, get your drugs out
(What?, Woah)
If you wanna make love, get your muffs out
(Right) it's party time, get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
(Fuck you ya' asshole)
It's party time, get your drugs out
If you wanna make love, get your muffs out
(What?) it's party time, get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
The lyrics of "Party Time" by The Northern Boys paint a vivid picture of an individual caught in a cycle of self-destructive behavior, seeking temporary escape through drugs and reckless behavior. The opening lines express a desire to avoid emotional entanglements and instead indulge in a hedonistic lifestyle. The reference to shoveling "mountains of terrible stuff" like heroin, ketamine, and jellybean puff suggests a reckless disregard for personal well-being. The singer describes their troubled existence, living in a studio flat covered in mold, and engaging in aggressive encounters with strangers before retreating like an "ugly mole" into isolation.
The song continues to delve into the singer's affinity for drugs, particularly those that carry a higher risk of harm. They acknowledge their love for drugs and sketchy pills, but express a preference for the ones that have the potential to kill them quickly. This bleak outlook is reinforced by the statement that their loved ones would not miss them upon their demise, as they suggest chucking their corpse into a busy street and reducing their remains to powdered skull.
The lyrics also touch upon the singer's loss of a wife and their subsequent alienation. They describe engaging in disturbing activities like sniffing glue gun paste and engaging in a gang bang to Jackson Five music, further emphasizing their erratic and self-destructive behavior. The singer shares the difficulty of their situation, sleeping outside because their wife forces them to, and confesses to using cocaine and even trying crack.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the theme of partying and drugs, encouraging listeners to "get your drugs out" and pondering whether they want to engage in intimacy with a sad old man. The lyrics then take a detour into absurdity, with references to dipping genitals in salsa, a Yamaha keyboard drum machine, and even spaffing on someone's booblays (a nonsensical term). The song concludes with a mix of dark humor and graphic imagery, with references to hanging oneself in a neighbor's garden and seeking release from mental pain through religious pursuits.
In summary, "Party Time" portrays a deeply troubled individual trapped in a cycle of substance abuse, searching for temporary relief from their emotional pain through reckless behavior, drugs, and unhealthy relationships.
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I don't wanna fall in love I just wanna get fucked
Shoveling mountains of terrible stuff
Heroin, ketamine, jellybean puff
Shove it in me brain, get it all mixed up
Like wow!
I'm a troubled soul
I'm livin in a studio flat that's covered in mould
Come outside just to shout at strangers
Then I crawl in a hole like an ugly mole
I love drugs and sketchy pills
But my favourite ones are the ones that kill
Quickly
When I go will my loved ones miss me?
Well the answer's no
Chuck my corpse in a big main road
Turn my head to a powered skull
Let rain pour turn that to mulch
And that's the last scene of the patrick show
I sniff glue gun paste now my face is plastic
Having a gangbang to jackson 5
I'm a ratchet guy
Lost my wife what a prat goodbye
No!
Don't talk to me
Unless it's an emergency
I gotta go I gotta take a number 3
That's a piss and a shit and a wank in a tree
I said hello there can I fill your hole
She took one look and she told me no
I got a wife at home and she hates me
I sleep outside cos she makes me
Big bowl of the cocaine that's my breakfast
I tried crack once I just wanted to test it
And I'm hooked now
I could marry my pipe
My wife wouldn't care she just wants me to die
It's party time get your drugs out
If you want to make love get your muffs out
It's party time get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
It's party time get your drugs out
If you want to make love get your muffs out
It's party time get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
I said a hip, a hop, a hip
I dip my dick in the salsa dip
On a taco tuesday!
Can I spaff on your booblays? (Say yes)
Feel free to say no
Bald, mean, and full of beans
I got a yamaha keyboard drum machine
Metallica patch on my dungarees
I said girl, can I get your number please?
Hang myself in the neighbors garden
When he comes back that's a nice surprise
Let the darkness just take your soul
Listen up chile, close your eyes
Just pull it out, don't cut my hair
Take my face stubb a cig right there
I'm a dirty, wretched man
Call me granddad cos I fucked your nan
What's the worth?
Fuck the universe 'till it hurts
I'm not used to these kinds of mental health
Issues, I just wanna live in a church
And find peace, upon me brain
Jesus please just stop my pain
I know you think that this is a game
But it's not!
Now watch me walk away
I'm a love machine I don't know when to stop
I got a mouse trap here that can make my cock
-pink and red with a mighty bruise
In the club two stepping with my black school shoes
Luncheon meat in my boot cut jeans
Chuck it on bread with a bit of knob cheese
Tasty, would you like a bite?
Give a clap to your wife then I wave goodbye
It's party time get your drugs out
If you want to make love get your muffs out
It's party time get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
It's party time get your drugs out
If you want to make love get your muffs out
It's party time get your drugs out
Do you wanna make love to a sad old man?
@philxsane8003
Norman's raspy voice and raunchy lyrics and Patrick's heartfelt voice and depressive lyrics, it just works haha
@zachzacha
Don't forget Kev's dancing, the glue that holds it together
@bazalover1233
Totally not copied from moistcritical
@juri_xiii9977
@@bazalover1233 Dumbell.
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@thelordandsaviourcattochri3539
"Hang myself in the neighbors garden, when he comes home that's a nice surprise" is such an underrated line.
@adamsleeper619
Don't forget "I love drugs and sketchy pills, my favorite kind are the ones that kill."
@colonel.h.stinkmeaner
His sets of verses all rip
@mrpandabites
It's my favourite line in the song, too.