Boombox by Lonely Island Lyrics:Imagine in your mind a posh country club, The stuffy old money, where the poor get 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 boom box high, And what happened next will blow your mind... Everything got out of control, The music was so entrancing, Everyone got out on the floor, It was a bunch of old, white people dancing. Now picture, if you will, a bunch of businessmen, Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen. The ties around their necks are like a hangman's noose, In the middle of the table there's a boiled goose. The old people smell makes you wanna puke in the sink, These dudes'll never dance, yeah, that's what you think! I stride in the room, all young and hip, Hold up my boom box, and say "Listen to this:" Then everyone started to move, People rejoiced, instead of financing. Their preconceived notions were shattered, By the super-old white people dancing. The Big Apple, where people never dance, Spirits go down while profits expand. The cops saw the dealers, who's got the juice? The street vendors peddling their boiled goose. So many types of people, they'll never get along, 'Til I bust out my boom box and play this song: The music washed away all their hate, And society started advancing, Every demographic was represented, It was a Rainbow Coalition of dancing. Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves, I saw a Spanish guy doing the <b>...</b>
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