AWRIGHT ANOOOONS!
GITCHO POMPOMS OOOOOOUT!
IN YO BEST CHEERLEADIN' VOOOOICE!
ALL TOGETHER NOOOOOW!
DEA–D!
RU-THIE-WILL-NO-MORE-WE-SEE!
SHE-DAY-UD!
YEAH-YEAH,
SHE-DAY-UD!
“I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Ruthie was as dead as a door-nail.”
We gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate
It's alright
Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' for night to fall
A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Satin and lace, isn't it a pity
Didn't find time to call
Ready or not, gonna make it to the city
This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Dress up tonight, why be lonely?
You'll stay at home and you'll be alone
So why be lonely?
Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow
Waitin' to climb the walls
Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes
She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music