colors and lightsnnand ribbons and tiesnnoh the room is all dressed to a Tnnnngirls mix their drinksnnwith sugar and icennand the boys make a fool out of mennout of mennnncylinders roll through my headnni'll play the notes to your favorite tunennhost of the party will toast to the ghost in the parlournnhere's to younnnngirls line the wallsnnin a dashing paradennlike the garden that lusts for the groundnnnnboys will approachnnto pick their bouquetsnnand show off to the air what they've foundnnnnthey're dancing to the waltznntwirling fancy wall to wallnnand i'm the master of their ballnnoh, of their ballnnnnit's time to gonnso the boys grab their coatsnnas to cover the stains on their shirtsnnnngirls grab an armnnto make their way homennand repair all the tears in their skirtsnnin their skirtsnnnnso long and farewell and goodnightnnwe'll meet again to your favorite tunennhost of the party will toast to the ghost in the parlournnhere's to you