You’re not the prettiest girl in town,
I’m not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown,
so to hell with Valentines, to hell with perfumes,
to hell with chocolates and picnics and Sinatra tunes.
Cause while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses
and songs he composes,
and while the rest of the guys are all trying, all trying so hard,

Oh girl, lets crash the party.
El Dorado on the lawn,
hey hey hey
Let’s burn holes in the carpets,
kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long

I’m not so good with subtlety.
You wouldn’t say that I’m the picture of urbanity.
Never put much stock in suavity, or courtesy, chivalry, gallantry
or all that useless jewelry.
But while the rest of the girls still sigh for the night
he was smiling politely,
and while the rest of the guys are all trying, all trying so hard,

Oh girl, lets crash the party.
El Dorado on the lawn,
hey hey hey
Let’s burn holes in the carpets,
kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables (hey hey hey) all night long
All night long.