Kesha has a wild night out in the self-absorbed “Crazy Kids.”
An airy whistle and guitar open the single, setting a mellow tone. The pre-chorus starts the single. She’s at a club in Los Angeles, sipping on a drink and talking with a friend. She tweets a picture of her drink with the caption: “So thirsty.” She looks up bars on the phone and sees pictures from Chicago, Ann Arbor, Seattle, wondering if the people there are enjoying themselves as much as she is. She orders another round and then heads to the center of the dance floor, pushing people out of the way. The glares and “hey’s” don’t bother her. It’s as though people are acting as though her behavior is new. (“Hello, wherever you are/Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by the bar?/Tonight we do it big, and shine like stars/And we don't give a fuck 'cause that's just who we are.”)
She and her friends start hollering at the host for the night. She rushes up to join him and grabs the microphone from him, adding her own commentary. She says Karoake Night will return next week. She’s going to hold the Best Abs contest. (“And we are, we are, we are, we are, we are/The crazy kids, them crazy, them crazy kids/And we are, we are, we are, we are, we are/The crazy kids, we are the/We are the crazy people.”)
She asks the guys if there are any who work out .They all yell and pull their shirts up. One of her friends picks the contestants from the crowd. Some of the women in the bar have their arms folded at their chest and or have their backs turned right to her. She sticks her tongue out at one of the women near the stage and begins chatting with the first male contestant. The guys are checking her out and interjecting with comments. The third male contestant puts his hand on her butt and with the smile still on her face, she moves it back. She may flirt but she has no intentions of sleeping with them. She intends to have a good time and give the people a night they will be talking about for the rest of their lives. (“I see ya in the club showin' Ke$ha love/Ain't trippin' on them bitches that be hatin'/Catch a dub, chuckin' deuces/Ya'll hatin's useless/It's such a nuisance/Ya'll chickens keep your two cents/And keep your dollars, keep your loot/I'm fresher than that Gucci/Them boys, they want my coochie/I say no, I'm no hoochie/Your home girl hatin', I say who she?/Ke$ha don't give two fucks/I came to start that ruckus/And ya wanna party with us/'Cause we crazy ************.”)
The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again.
will.i.am cheers along with Kesha, drinking one drink after the other. Kesha approaches his table, her ample cleavage showing through her top. Afte the night’s contests were over, they hooked up. (“I'm buzzin' off these bubbles/I'm sippin' and I guzzle/I'm the new **** that says mazel tov,bring the trouble/If they don't have no alcohol/Then I'm gonna smuggle/Some Rosé, Chandon, drink 'til I see double/She put boobs in my face and now I'm really seeing doubles/I took her to my place to blast off like the shuttle, wait/Kissing while we talkin'/So I'm speaking with a mumble.”)
The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again.
In the bridge, she figures she only gets to live once and she’s not going to sit there, watching life pass her by. It’s the people who are at home, watching yet another rerun of a game show she worries about. It doesn’t strike her as healthy, either. She isn’t going to slow down. At nine pmtomorrow night, she and her friends will hit another bar. (“This is all we got and then it's gone/You call us the crazy ones/But we gon' keep on dancin' 'til the dawn/'Cause you know the party never ends/And tomorrow we gonna do it again/We the ones that play hard/We live hard, we love hard/We light up the dark!”)
The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again to close the single.
Kesha’s snippy, dismissive vocals are pursed, flashing her sexiest pout as she teases the male patrons by hiking up her skirt.Usually, she able is to be inviting, exhibiting raucous behavior with some cheekiness. Without the nudge and her wink, she’s stumbling around, running behind the bar, feeling up the bartender, yelling she bought the entire bar room drinks while security is escorting her out.
will.i.am’s woozy, wooden vocals are cut and pasted in, editing out Kesha’s repetitive variation of the first verse, improving the single a little. However, he’s a specatator more than a participant, simply there for the show.
The scuzzy “Crazy Kids” squanders it promise with its dingy lyrics.