Letras: Grand:pm. Party In Your Basement.

Somebody truth or dare
Somebody taste this
Somebody tell them there's a party in your basement
Somebody spin the bottle
Somebody drum kit
Somebody tell them there's a party in your basement

I wanna get down in your basement
I wanna roll around on your roller rink
I wanna dust off the treadmill that you never use and go where nobody knows

I've seen the fake wood, I've seen the trophies
And I've seen you in your grade six braces class
While younger versions of your parents
Get to watch us behind a pane of glass

Somebody truth or dare
Somebody taste this
Somebody tell them there's a party in your basement
Somebody spin the bottle
Somebody drum kit
Somebody tell them there's a party in your basement

Skip the family room, don't want no TV
Skip the kitchen cause I'm not hungry
And skip the dining room, it's too fancy
I wanna see the places where you just don't care

So let me get down in your basement
And let me roll around on your roller rink
And let me dust off the treadmill that you never use and go where nobody knows

When the penny drops it gets you moving all night,
Until the neighbors call the cops,
We feel the sound that gets you moving all night,
Or for half hour rebounds