Sorry to turn on the light
I hate to wake you in the middle of the night
But you were snoring like you were being waterboarded
And you know how I feel about torture
(Yes, I know how you feel about torture)
It's all over, though it's hard to believe it
We should pack whatever is needed
Then haul our affairs down the apples and pears
And make like a drummer and beat it
(I'm gonna make like a drummer and beat it)
It's coming up, a supermoon
We'll dance like sailors danced
Back in the days when there were sailors and dancing
We'll shake like everyone's watching and we know how to move
The cha-cha-cha and the boogaloo, too
A cocktail shaker, a karaoke machine
We'll bring one of each
Then meet our friends where the moonlight hits the sand
Down on Revival Beach
(Down on Revival Beach)
Kevin brought the wine from the wedding
The troll gets the glasses and pours
The patient and the nurse say hey it could be worse
At least we don't have to work anymore
(No one has to work anymore)
It's coming up, a supermoon
We'll sing all the songs we hardly
Know how to sing, but we'll sing regardless
Pass the wine, remember the government? Looks like their bill came due
But who needs a government when there's dancing to do?
It's coming up, a supermoon
Considering the chaos and upheaval
This is all much more medieval than evil
Bonfires and beaches,
Passionate speeches, Darren plays a little tune on the lute
Let's start again,
Get the juice and the gin, and put on your birthday suit