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.
