Went to a little get-together   With some old friends   Not much has changed   Since the last time I saw them      There's a chicken in uniform   Wooden leg and a matchstick arm   Saying, "Left my wing back on the farm   Tried the buffet"      Tiny took a turn on steel guitar   After he got a fresh feel for the bar   Lines drawn of jelly-fish caviar   Saying, "Wanna jam?"      I don't like throwing parties like that   But I love going   They said no guests so I thought of you   Hey mama, it's on      A disconcerted youth with a gun   Wants to shoot-up some fun   Saying, "I'm failing science and math   But I'm head of the class in murder one"      Balance sheets unpresarioed ballets   And advertised for run-a-ways   That only dance on holidays   When crutches cut in      Willa was disenchanted   Tossed her garter and demanded   Nothing can be recanted   If it was nothing to begin with      A magician did card tricks   For a bunch of well-heeled hicks   And held up a red six   One said, "That's a black seven"      I don't like throwing parties like that   But I love going   They said no guests so I thought of you   Hey mama, it's on      A disconcerted youth with a gun   That semi-precious son   He needs to learn if you take a life   You ain't got none      Cracked pelicans rode magnolias   Sent advice to rebel soldiers   That all ended with, "I told ya's   So then why do you ask?"      You can tell it's getting late   When Cal calls himself Kate   And peons hire potentates   Saying, "When you finish trim the hedges"      I'm making a hurried get-a-way   Down Santa Monica, out of L.A.   If you like it so much stay   There's a theme park in the mix, yeah      I don't like throwing parties like that   But I love going   They said no guests so I thought of you   Hey mama, it's on      It's on   It's on   It's on   Mama it's on