Partytown - [ Teenage Car - Songs. Stephen King' s CHristine, O.S.T.book ]
I got sick of my job, sick of my wife Sick of my future and sick of my life I packed up my car and I got some gas And told everybody they could kiss my ass
I'm goin' to Partytown (Yeah, yeah) I wanna party down (Yeah, yeah) I wanna have some fun I wanna fool around I'm goin' to Partytown
The sun comes up, the sun goes down It doesn't really matter in Partytown They go all day and they go all night They keep on goin' 'til they get it right
Right here in Partytown (Yeah, yeah) They really party down (Yeah, yeah) Man, it's a party town (Yeah, yeah) You know they all got their own And they pass it all around
Well, I'm burnin' like a blowtorch in my prime Everybody here is a friend of mine I met a little girl a couple shooters ago She's teachin' me everything I don't know
About Partytown (Yeah, yeah) They really party down (Yeah, yeah) You know they love to ball They do it in the hall Right here in Partytown