The Party In Your Head - Rev. Horton Heat

At the party in your head, sure that sounds like fun

The carpet bagger brings, you party in the sun

Eye balls in full bloom, do you ever go to bed

Don’t ever wind up dead, at the party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The race against what’s real, you gotta help me lead

You stab yourself with little pricks, a thousand times a week

A good time was had by all, three guys and now one’s dead

Quite the gala ball, at the party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head

Early Christmas morn, she’s waiting by the tree

All she wants from santa is to be on daddy’s knee

Carpet baggers call and monkeys must be fed

Even santa can not crash the party in you head

The party in your head

The party in your head

The party in your head