Boombox

Imagine in your mind a post 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 bartman

Transport now to an old folks' home

Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones

The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse!

Every day for lunch they eat boiled goose

So I grab my boom box and hit the turbo bass

And what happened next was a total disgrace

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

A boom box can change the world

But you gotta know your limits with a boom box

And this was a cautionary tale

A boom box is not a toy!