Party, party, party hardy, I race to Talladega, driving in my Vega, to buy myself a brand new party dress. Some body help me get me out of my situation. (You're wife hasn't eaten in weeks) Nobody's saving you from mental constipation. (The kids have all run away) They hope to see you someday. But you're partying with Charo and Robert Goulet, hey hey hey! And I refuse to give you any commendation, you're just another surfing song. Party dress. Somebody help me get me out of my situation . (You're wife hasn't eaten in weeks) Nobody's saving you from mental constipation. (The kids have all run away) They're sorry they couldn't stay. They were worried you're becoming another cliché, hey hey hey! Like saying I'm loving you Sunday morning and tomorrow's just another day. Party dress.