(HEY! ALL YOU ASSHOLES UPSTAIRS, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!)

I remember how hard we used to fight
for our divine Right to Party every single Friday night.
We were “fighting for our freedom,” we were fighting out of spite.
That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right.

It started with the band playing and I guess we got okay.
Had a small group of friends who started telling us what to play.
Then the friends brought friends and along came the girls.
The band kept on playing like we were in some other world.
Then a neighbor'd call the cops and sometimes we had to stop.
We didn’t take it well…

CHORUS

It started getting ugly like everything always does.
Stuff started getting stolen, who remembers what it was?
Somebody started drinking and pouring us all shots.
Then it really got weird when we all discovered pot.
Somebody’s parents would get scared but the music still blared--that's all that really mattered.

CHORUS

Mike made me a mixtape of some rap I didn’t like.
Cathy ran off with Ryan even though he made her cry.
Beth tore her dress and started acting like she died.
Andy with the Candy was keeping everybody high.
Then Johnny hit the cocaine and it all turned pretty quick.
Kory with a K started looking pretty sick.
Jessica was praying with all the other Christian chicks.
Paul photographed it all because he was that kind of dick.

Now everybody’s had some kids and the kids are having fun.
And everybody tells their kids to do as they say not as they’ve done.

Yeah, sure…

Now the kids all know how hard they have to fight
for their divine Right to Party every single Friday night.
Their parents tried to wreck it, so they’re fighting out of spite.
That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right.
That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right.
That’s the problem with the Party Years; you always think you’re right.