old story

One time we had fireworks in my house,
Was after New Year,
Me and a few school girlfriends,
And we burned the Christmas tree.
The firefighters walked in,
They said never seen anything like that:
School girls dressed like hookers drinking champagne.
The boss of that rout had to talk my mother or father.
I had to call to my mom lying about a bomb.
This how she meet her new boyfriend.