You're not the prettiest girl in town   I'm not the only boy with sullied clothes and a sullen frown, so   To hell with Valentine's, to hell with perfume   To hell with chocolates and picnics and Sinatra tunes      'Cause while the rest of the girls are drowning   In roses and songs, he composes   And while the rest of the guys are all trying   All trying so hard      Oh girl, let's crash the party   El Dorado on the lawn   Let's burn holes in the carpets   Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long      I'm not so good with subtlety   You wouldn't say that I'm the picture of urbanity   Never put much stock in suavity, courtesy, chivalry   Gallantry, all that useless jewelry      But while the rest of the girls still sigh   For the night, he was smiling politely   And while the rest of the guys are all trying   All trying so hard      Oh girl, let's crash the party   El Dorado on the lawn   Let's burn holes in the carpets   Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long, all night   All night long, all night, all night long