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 Cuz 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 ^Chorus Oh girl, let's crash the party El Dorado on the lawn (hey, hey, hey) 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 ^Chorus Oh girl, let's crash the party El Dorado on the lawn (hey, hey, hey) Let's burn holes in the carpets Kicking, shouting, dancing on the tables all night long (Oh girl, let's crash the party) All night (Let's burn holes in the carpet) All night long