[Isabelle:]
Hey, I’m calling you back.
Ooh, she’s been a bitch tonight!
And by bitch I mean this rain
No cabs, nowhere.
So I had to put on the wig, and the heels,
And the lashes and the eairh
And take the train to the club
And you know the MTA should stand for Mutha touchin' my Ass
So then I get to the club lookin' like a drowned harassed rat
And am greeted not by Miss Rose at the door,
But our friend, Johnny 5-0.
Yes honey, the NYPD shut down the party!
So no fee for me!
I don’t even know what's the Tea!
So I hope you’re up, girl,
'Cause we are all coming over
Lock the doors, lower the blinds
Fire up the smoke machine and put on your heels
'Cause I know exactly what we need!
[Kurt, Rachel and Isabelle:]
Let’s have a kiki
[Isabelle:]
I wanna have a kiki!
[Kurt:]
Lock the doors, ([Rachel:] Tight!)
[Kurt, Rachel and Isabelle:]
Let’s have a kiki, ([Kurt:] mother)
[Isabelle:]
I’m gonna let you have it
[Kurt, Rachel and Isabelle:]
Let's have a kiki
[Isabelle:]
I wanna have kiki, ([Kurt:] dive) ([Rachel:] turn) ([Kurt:] work)
[Kurt, Rachel and Isabelle:]
Let's have a kiki
[Isabelle:]
We’re gonna serve,
[Kurt:]
and work
[Rachel:]
and turn,
[Isabelle:]
and hon-hon-honey.
[Kurt:]
A kiki is a party for calming all your nerves,
We’re spilling tea and dishing just deserts one may deserve.
[Isabelle:]
And though the sun is rising, few may choose to leave,
So shade that lid and we'll all bid adieu to your ennui.
[Kurt, Rachel and Isabelle:]
Let’s have a kiki
[Isabelle:]
I wanna have a kiki!
[Kurt:]
Lock the doors, ([Rachel:] Tight!)
