Boombox

Imagine in your mind a posh country club The stuffy old money where the poor gets snubbed The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose There's no way these people will ever cut loose But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high And what happened next, will blow your mind Everything got outta control The music was so undressing Everyone got out on the floor It was a bunch of old white people dancing Now picture if you will a bunch of business men Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen The ties around the necks are like a hangman's noose In the middle of the table there's a boiled goose The old people smell makes you want to puke in the sink These dudes will never dance yeah that's what you think I stride in the room all young and hip Hold up my boombox and say listen to this Then everyone started to move People rejoiced instead of financing Your preconceived notions were shattered By the super old white people dancing The big apple, where people never dance Spirits go down while profits expand The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice The street benders peddling their boiled goose So many types of people will never get along Till I bust out my boombox and play this song The music washed away all the hate And society started advancing Every demographic was represented It was a rainbow coalition of dancing Whoa ! Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves Whoa! I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman Transport now to an old folks home Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones The orderlies are stealing there's no excuse Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base And what happened next was a total disgrace Everybody started having s*x The music was way too powerful A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits It was disgusting to say the least Oh! A boombox can change the world You gotta know your limits with a boombox This was a cautionary tale A boombox is not a toy --- Boombox - Julian Casablancas and The Lonely Island