Boombox (Feat. Julian Casablancas) en The Lonely Island

Letra de musica Boombox (Feat. Julian Casablancas) en The Lonely Island

Boombox (Feat. Julian Casablancas)
Boombox (Feat. Julian Casablancas)

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.

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 boombox 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.

Oooh, everyone was wearing fingerless gloves,
Oooh, 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 boombox can change the world,
But you gotta know your limits with a boom box.
And this was a cautionary tale,
A BOOMBOX IS NOT A TOY!

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