Lyrics:Everybody Conga

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)