[The Lonely Island] Imagine in your mind a posh country club The stuffy old money where the poor kid's snubbed The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose There's no way these people will ever cut loose
But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high And what happened next, will blow your mind
[Julian Casablancas] Everything got outta control The music was so entrancing Everyone got out on the floor It was a bunch of old white people dancing
[The Lonely Island] The big apple, where people never dance Spirits go down while profits expand The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice The street vendors peddling their boiled goose
So many types of people will never get along Till I bust out my boombox and play this song
[Julian Casablancas] The music washed away all the hate And society started advancing Every demographic was represented It was a rainbow coalition of dancing Whoa! Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh! I saw a spanish guy doing the Bartman
[The Lonely Island] Transport now to an old folks home Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones The orderlies are stealing there's no excuse Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose
So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo bass And what happened next was a total disgrace
[Julian Casablancas] Everybody started having sex The music was way too powerful A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits It was disgusting to say the least Oh! A boombox can change the world You gotta know your limits with a boombox This was a cautionary tale A boombox is not a toy