Those big brown eyes and that piggy little tail

You pass that test where others all fail

And they call you a nerd, a bit absurd

But then you aren't the only one with that tale.

Here comes Mr. A and he’s a little down

For he likes to drink which his friends all frown

He practices daily to play the Ukulele

But his friends still don’t hand him the party-boy crown.

Chorus:

So relax, and party hard

For that’s your only trump card

It will make you rock and will make you roll

And will add a dash of cool to your goal.

Wherever you go, you will find them judging

So don’t you ever try, to give in to their nudging

You don’t need to choose one from the other

You can just be partying hard while relaxing, so why bother!

Take that time out my boy, to stand and stare

Look around, there’s party everywhere.