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It's a party.
It's a party.
It's a block party.
It's a beach party.
It's a let your hair down
Get drunk, have fun,
Get laid, slam dunk
Block party.
Thousands, thousands
One hundred thousand people,
With no cares, who cares,
The care of a special person.
Bumping shoulders, buying batik,
Eating Greed
Souvlaki, teriyaki.
Greasy Greasers, Hari Krishners.
No one goes home alone.
It's that kind of party.
Once a year
Underage coquettes
Converging on the steps
From the suburbs,
From the mountains,
They all come to feel the vibes
Of the block party.
And when evening comes,
It's still not hum drum.
Everyone knows
The electricity is in the air.
Getting lucky is routine there,
At the block party
The block party
THE PACIFIC BEACH BLOCK PARTY.
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