Kathleen steps down
into the underground
Slim, small dress,
cool in the madness.
Fresh from a full moon,
she smiles in a good mood.
I offer her a drink and she says:
"Absolut and cranberry".
Cigarettes and beer cans
full swing ska band
smoke stained lipstick,
conversation lunatics.
Who else do I recognize
invited or otherwise,
This is not a problem,
everybody's there in the
Basement.
In the Basement...
In the smoking room
I can't extinguish whom from whom
They're all talking loud
puff a hiss hash cloud
Mike and John rolling dubes and drinking whiskey;
I turn around, I think I see Amy.
Wrapped in sheets passed out by the stereo,
stems and seeds falling down from Al and Johnny-O,
Alcoholic crowd swell
the Hostess is drunk as well,
but this is not a problem.
Everyone gets buzzed in the
Basement.
In the Basement...
Quiet down everyone,
we don't want the cops to come.
Table tops for dancing on,
do the nasty in the lawn.
The grass is filled with party hats,
pool's filled with broken glass.
Mom is upstairs, worried about the partyers.
They're laughing, screaming,
drinking, puking,
cracking up their cars at the
curb of the mansion.
Comes down at four A.M.
to make a pitch to this mayhem:
"If you wanna stay,
You'd better stop this decadence in the
Basement!"
In the Basement...