You and me were one big party Wasn't at the best of times Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night You're like champagne on the floor, boy Thought I cleaned you up till I found more Yeah, I thought I cleaned you up, but I found more You're like a love seat on the front porch Don't make any sense, but damn hard to ignore How can something so sweet be a night sore? And I try to forget that you were mine To forget last night, but my feet keep sticking To the beers spilled in the kitchen, oh And now that everyone's gone I'm the pay that I want You and me were one big party Wasn't at the best of times Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually at six in the morning You wake up and you wanna cry You've got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight Yeah Is knowing when to say goodnight Yeah You're like a wooden soldier on the table Gotta throw you out, such a waste though Shame throwing out such a pretty face though And I try to forget that you were mine To forget last night, but my ears keep ringing From the *** years you were singing, oh And now that everyone's gone I'm the cry that I want You and me were one big party Wasn't at the best of times Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually at six in the morning You wake up and you wanna cry You've got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight Yeah Is knowing when to say goodnight Yeah And I'm trying to remember the way it all played out, played out We were drinking and screaming and you found your way out, way out And I'm trying to remember the way it all played out, played out We were drinking and screaming and you found your way out, way out You and me were one big party Wasn't at the best of times Strangers when the whole thing started Thought that we could go all night But eventually at six in the morning You wake up and you wanna cry You've got a headache and you're feeling sorry I guess the hardest thing about a party Is knowing when to say goodnight