Boombox (feat. Julian Casablancas)

Imagine in your mind a posh country club
The stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed
The spread is bland sauerkraut and boiled goose
There's no way these people will ever cut loose
But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high

And what happened next, will blow your mind

Everything got outta control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing

The Big Apple, where people never dance
Spirits go down while profits expand
The cops or the dealers, who's got the juice
The street vendors peddling their boiled goose
So many types of people they'll never get along

Till I bust out my boombox and play this song
The music washed away all their hate
And society started advancing

Every demographic was represented
It was a rainbow coalition of daaaancing
Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh!
Everyone was wearing fingerless gloves
Whoaaaaaoaaaaaoh!

I saw a Spanish guy doing the Bartman
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuse

Everyday for lunch they eat boiled goose
So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo base

And what happened next was a total disgrace
Everybody started having sex
The music was way too powerful
A bunch of old people fucking like rabbits
It was disgusting to say the least
Oh!
A boombox can change the world
You gotta know your limits with a boombox
This was a cautionary tale
A boombox is not a toy