Penguin Party

The doors are open and the drinks are cold

There's a case near the vase filled with substance controlled

Uppers and downers and some green below

And on the dining table, fine white lines of snow

We're groovy gliding at the penguin party as we submit to our vice

We're slipin sliding at the penguin party

Hold on for dear life, don't try to break the ice

Don't think twice, spread your wings and fly

We're gonna touch the sky

The iceberg's melting, we're tipsy, we're toasted, we're tripping, we're roasted fast

Running away from our past, what a lovely contrast