It’s my party, and I’ll die if I want to
Die if I want to, die if I want to
We’ll do the conga cos we haven’t a clue

Nobody knows where the English have gone
They all seemed to just lose their mind
Evoking the Blitz spirit
And making a conga line

It’s my party, and I’ll die if I want to
Die if I want to, die if I want to
We’ll do the conga cos we haven’t a clue

Remember the war and killing nazis?
The whole of Europe took part
As well as the rest of the world
Satan, fetch me that handcart

It’s my party, and I’ll die if I want to
Die if I want to, die if I want to
We’ll do the conga cos we haven’t a clue

We’ll meet again on the other side
With our gumption, our spirit, our vim
Donald and Boris can sook disinfectant
But we will not give in

It’s my party, and I’ll die if I want to
Die if I want to, die if I want to
We’ll do the conga cos we haven’t a clue