Get up Get Out Video (MV)

DJ:
This is your dance captain speaking, and that was the sound of your inflated expectations for tonight crashing. Don't worry, kids - there's always tomorrow. In the meantime, you don't have to go home, but... well, yeah, you do, cause no place else is open. Get up... get out... go on... go home!

GRUB:
Wrap a crisp hundred-dollar bill around a wad of Washingtons
Flashy bait, you can fish all night - you can dazzle everyone
But when you're all out of Maxim jokes and your hundred bucks is blown
Will the singles be enough to get your bridge-and-tunnel ass home alone?

YUPPIE #1:
I don't get it.

YUPPIE #4:
Man, these guys are just pathetic.

YUPPIE #3:
Would you morons care to step outside?

D:
Blue and yellow doesn't work for me. You need some other colors in your lives.

YUPPIE #2:
Hey! That's a hundred-fifty dollar shirt! I'll tear your gutter trash ass in two -

JONAH:
Listen, better in the gutter with Bacon and Burroughs than in Yupsville with the likes of you!

D:
We do not run, we do not hide
And like the tide, we rise

JONAH, GRUB:
We rise

D:
You bought your round and I bought mine

D, JONAH, GRUB:
Get up, get out, go on, go home

D:
Two roads diverge in a wood, and now each of us must choose his path
As I turn from your paved, safe and well-lit road, you people look at me and laugh and laugh and laugh
I head down the dark, uncharted way with my flashlight and my pen
And the rest of you little assholes are never heard from again

D, JONAH, GRUB, PLACID, GORGISSIMA, CHRIS:
We do not run, we do not hide
And like the tide, we rise, we rise
You bought your round and I bought mine
Get up, get out, go on, go home

YUPPIE #3:
I'll shove those fancy words back down your throat -

YUPPIE #1:
I'm gonna poetry-slam your fag behind -

TANK:
Uh, buddy, I don't think you're breaking balls tonight... unless you'd like to try your luck with mine.

CARLA:
I know these boys are not the sweetest drunks, and they like to run their mouths
But I'm sorry, fellas -

CARLA, TANK:
These three are property of the house.

JONAH:
We do not run, we do not hide -

TANK:
Big man, relax. It's closing time.

CARLA:
Go sleep it off... be in by nine.

CARLA, TANK:
Get up, get out, go on, go home!

CARLA, TANK, D, GRUB, JONAH, GORGISSIMA, PLACID, CHRIS:
Get up, get out, go on, go home
Get up, get out, get up, get out
Get up, get out, go on, go home!