Lyrics:Everybody Conga

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Everybody Conga
By: They Might Be Giants
Year: 1994

(As performed on 9/6/98)

Everybody Conga! I'm not fucking kidding! Cops, conga! Get in the line! Regional conga line leaders raise your hands! Regional conga line leaders raise your hands! And find your hands on the hips of a stranger Hands on the hips of a stranger Hands on the hips of a stranger Make new friends! Make new friends!

People in the back Conga! People in the front Move to the back Everybody Conga, make way for the conga line!

Twenty broken ankles One lost eye Everybody Conga! I'm not fucking kidding! Can't you hear me?! Shy people conga! Drunk people conga! Angry dude conga!

Conga line disaster All the way down the aisle Past the T-shirt stand That means in the lobby! Get away from the music Get away from the music The music will fuck you over The music is evil And wrong And wrong

Conga line disaster And faster And faster And here comes the song

One, two, three, four!

("No One Knows My Plan" begins)