I thought I was going to sleep

but I was wrong. The young bloods across the street are having another party. I feel sorry for their young children. The future doesn't look rosy for them if their parents are going to be party animals every night of every weekend. I remember those days, vaguely. Well, you young bloods, get a load of this. This old broad can still shake her booty and she doesn't mind shaking it in your faces. F you all! You won't let me sleep, then watch me shake my fat! Booyah!