Don't Feed the Party Animal - Miracles of Modern Science

I’d kiss you, but I’m afraid I’d eat you

I’d wish you well but can’t find the words I need to reach you

And my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin, and my skin’s too tight

Let me in, let me in, don’t you wanna let me in tonight?

All right?

All right?

All right?

Please don’t feed the party animal

This new breed is far too radical

Why’d you have to go and make me lose my head?

Now I gotta blow until I’m deflated

If you didn’t know, I’ll make it understandable:

Don’t feed the party animal!

I don’t know what to do

Haven’t showered, haven’t shaved, haven’t slept in seven days, I’m on fumes

I should stay in my cave, 'cause I always misbehave on full moons

But looky look at you, young lady, ooh, you’re cute… or anyway, you’ll do

This is my transformation

This is my rise to the occasion

Too late for me, you freed the party animal

Where to begin, to begin, to begin

I’d kiss you, but I’m afraid I’d eat you

I’d wish you well, but can’t find the words I need to reach you