Boombox The Lonely Island (Ft. Julian Casablancas)

[Verse 1: Andy Samberg]
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

[Chorus: Julian Casablancas]
Everything got out of control
The music was so entrancing
Everyone got out on the floor
It was a bunch of old white people dancing

[Verse 2: Andy Samberg]
Now, picture if you will a bunch of businessmen
Stuffed in the boardroom like pigs in a pen
The ties around their necks are like a hangman's noose
In the middle of the table, there's a boiled goose
The old people smell makes you want to puke in the sink
These dudes'll never dance, yeah, that's what you think
I stride in the room all young and hip
Hold up my boombox and say, "Listen to this!"

[Chorus: Julian Casablancas]
Then everyone started to move
People rejoiced instead of financing
Your preconceived notions were shattered
By the super old white people dancing