Lock
the door!
Kiki!
Lock the door!
What's up with Nichols?
It could be bad.
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
Lock the door!
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
We're gonna stir.
Kiki.
We're gonna stir.
Kiki.
We're gonna stir.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Lock the doors.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
Lock the doors.
We are gonna start.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
Lock the doors.
We are gonna start.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
What's up, Miss Nichols?
Leave a message.
Hey, I'm calling you back.
Ooh, she's been a bitch tonight.
And by bitch, I mean Miss Rain.
No cabs, nowhere.
So then I get to the club, looking
like a drowned,
harassed rat,
and am greeted,
not by Miss Rose at the door,
but our friend
Johnny Five O. Yes,
honey,
the NYPD shut down the party.
Party.
No B for me.
Party.
I don't
know how I do it.
Party.
Party.
Party.
Party.
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.
Party.
Party.
Party.
We are gonna start.
Lock the doors.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
We are gonna start.
Lock the doors.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
A kiki is a party for calming all your nerves.
We're spilling tea and dishing just desserts one may deserve.
And though the sun is rising,
few may choose to leave.
So shade that lid and we'll all be in tears here on leave.
Let's have a kiki.
I wanna have a kiki.
Lock the doors.
Die.
Let's have a kiki.
Motherfucker.
I'm gonna let you have it.
Let's have a kiki.
I wanna have a kiki.
Die, Ferns, where?
We are gonna start.
And work and turn and hunt, honey.
Sitting back here and just
having a kiki.
So spooky.
So stop screaming,
no not for who he be.
So stop screaming,
no not for who he be.
Lock the doors.
We have missed it.
Now turn and work.
We have missed it.
And work is terrible.
Lock the doors.
We have missed it.
Now turn and work.
We have missed it.
And work is terrible.
Right them,
how we winnin' the saints?