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Polite company

Quiet voices as they mill

The band accompanies

A dancefloor standing still

A room of muted colours

And the dress code's duller

Can you think of anywhere you'd less rather be?

But on the horizon

The enemy of boredom

Here she comes!

A bright shock of pink

Haloed by the sun

You know in your heart

That your boring days are done

She stands there with a grin

A technicolour cannon

She reaches down and lights the fuse!

Boredom can never survive

The Party Cannon Overdrive!

Streamers and balloons and they all glow

She yells at the band "Up the tempo!"

Everyone is finally having fun

Sundaes, sunbeams and sarsaparilla,

So much more you can’t get your filla,

The party has finally begun!

The enemies of fun beware

The crazy mare with the pink hair

The enemies of fun beware

That crazy pink haired mare