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 Valentine's, to hell with perfume 
To hell with chocolates and picnics 
And Sinatra tunes 
Cuz 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 
 
[Coros] 
Oh girl, let's 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, courtesy, chivalry, gallantry 
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 
 
[Coros] 
Oh girl, let's 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 
(Oh girl, let's crash the party) 
All night 
(Let's burn holes in the carpet) 
All night long