The Party - Max Webster

Cat’s in the bag

The neighbours holler

This party’s higher

Than the Eiffel tower

We’re all here to be reckless

We’re all sleazy and easy to please

Dreamers and schemers on the loose

We’re all here for a celebration

The madcap scene and the Max machine

And the friends you see go up in smoke

And this heel toe dance song tour de force

Climbing a cloud, climbing a cloud

Put a little life on the line

Here’s Lucy, she’s choosy

Of who calls her on the phone

She’s from a very rich foreign family

But displaced 'cause of rivalry at home

Now Daphne is the orphan

Still searching for her roots

She likes concert blisters and leather boots

And knows one fact: her act is to get loose

Now we’re just musicians

Here to thin the thickness of your skin

Show us your body

Show us your curls

Show us your tour de force

Show us your thrills

Keep that smile on your face

This is the best offer you’ve had so far

We’re innocent we’re naive

In the cabarets we get our veins wet

In the saloons we hassle the richest guests

In the climb we’re breathless above the rest

Climbing a cloud, climbing a cloud