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lyrics

There was a nice little picnic. Grill going. People layin’ on the lawn
I saw you floatin’ by, tried to catch your eye, then you was gone
But look out! I Caught you shootin’ that smile at me and lookin’ so fine!
I shot my smile back at you, happy, ‘cause I know you’re mine

And I could take you and grab you with my arms around you
Make sweet, sweet love on the cool soft ground
You and me, buck nekkid, doing things to astound
The world with our passion and the crazy sounds
of our love, earth shaking, earth shattering. BOOM!
Explosions of force that could clear any room
But outside all of nature is there, I don’t care
let ‘em stare, we’re no place and everywhere

But It’s not that kind of party
No it’s not that kind of party
It’s like takin’ a cat to a dog fight. It’s not that kind of party
It’s like makin’ a left when it’s so right. It’s not that kind of party
No it’s not that kind of party

There was a big ole happening at the rock and roll show
They was a rockin’ and they was a rollin’ and the joint was gonna blow
But these thoughts flow into our heads with music and magic in the air
That we can toss our inhibitions - let everybody turn and stare

And our arms could lock as our bodies engage
And make sweet, sweet love on the warm hard stage
You and me, buck nekkid, doing things to enrage
The world with our passion, start a war they wage
On our love, earth shaking, earth shattering. BOOM!
Explosions of force that could clear any room
All around concert-goers are there, I don’t care
let ‘em stare, we’re no place and everywhere

But It’s not that kind of party
No it’s not that kind of party
It’s like growin’ some corn in a wheat patch. It’s not that kind of party
It’s like causin’ an itch that you can’t scratch. It’s not that kind of party
No it’s not that kind of party

The courtroom was packed, It was the trial of the century
CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News had it all on the TV
There were lots of pundits pontificating and witnesses crying
But If I said I didn’t want you then and there, you know I would be lying

Bodies fly through the air, I don’t care where we land
We’d make sweet, sweet love on the witness stand
You and me, buck nekkid, doing things that are banned
‘Round the world, which our passion has at the command
of our love, earth shaking, earth shattering. BOOM!
Explosions of force that could clear any room
Bailiffs drag us away by our hair, I don’t care
let ‘em stare, we’re no place and everywhere

But It’s not that kind of party
No it’s not that kind of party
It’s like hockin’ a loogie at the opera. It’s not that kind of party
Or poppin’ pills with Deepak Chopra. It’s not that kind of party
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife. It’s not that kind of party
It's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife. It’s not that kind of party
No It’s not that kind of party. It’s not that kind of party.
No It’s not that kind of party. It’s not that kind of party.
No It’s not that kind of party. It’s not that kind of party.
It’s not that kind of party.

credits

from Lies, Damned Lies, and Songs by A Halo Called Fred, released May 1, 2016
Guest background vocal by Jim Bob Rubbernecker

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