What A Day

It is friday evening and a friend of mine says: "Come
I am giving just a party with some girls and lot of fun"
And I tell him "That's exciting and be sure I'm not too late,
That will be a gourgous event I'm coming after eight"

I say: "Hey, what a day, it's ok!"

So I'm searching for sharp clothes, just an outfit, that's a hit
and I find my real cool zoot suit and I hope that it would fit
Cause I've trained my stunning body eating just a little more
But I feel that I'm a hammer, it's my belly I adore.

I say: "Hey, what a day, it will splay"

I'm entering the ballroom, cool glasses on my face
heading through the people, trying to amaze
Detecting there's a chicken in the middle of the room
With some pickles in her face, but no warts and with no broom

I say: "Hey, what a day!"

I move my body shaking my ass,
I'm sleding 'round with charm and with sass
I'm getting hotter making the wave
fixing the girl and the way I've to pave

I'm coming closer, now I am near
Trying to say: "Hello", I see that she can't hear
I'm using my whole body to tell her what I want
You think she understands now, but I have to add, she don't

I'm starting jumping to sharpen her sense
I'm starting shaking my head a few tens
Like a vulcano I'm exploding and then
I keep on jumping again and again

Oh, shit! What the hell! My trousers are torn! Oh, damned!

Risking only glances at the people all a around
I can see that they have realized this amazing coolish sound
And I know that they're happy cause they're able now to see
That I wear a ripping slip coloured pink and for a she!

I say: "Hey, what a day, that's ok!"

Really? I think so. Ok. If you mean...