Well I'm the type of guy who's into getting high
on a Friday afternoon
So now you know I'm a regular Joe and I'll tell
you what I like to do
I like to make the scene
In my machine
I like to make the sc
Standing by the ringside
Cheering on the bad guys
Jimmy lights a cigar
Cursing out the old farts
Drinking Johnny Walker Black
Jimmy's been to hell and back
But nothing ever gets him down
Cause he's
Well, I'm going out west where I belong
Where the days are short and the nights are long
And I walk (and I walk) and I'd run (and I'd run)
And I'd fly (and I'd fly) and I'd boogaloo (and
I'd boogaloo)
Talk, talk, talk, talk, keeps getting in the way
Speaking as a young artiste who has so much to
say
So now you know my situation
understand my aggravation
building up so strong inside
cause I wanna ma
Hippies are squares with long hair
And they don't wear no underwear
Country Rock is on the way
I don't wan't music, I won't pay (?)
Dictators can't swing (?)
Make you dance and sing
Cause no oil spil
I shuffle down the street
my eyes are on my feet
I got no place to go
I try to reason why
but end up getting high
I'm drinking more it shows
I stare into the TV screen
but every face reminds me of a
Who's that boy with the sandwich in his hand?
You won't miss me, even though you can
He could make a dead dog laugh
And watch me kick my mother on her ass
He's no boy and yet he ain't no man.
He don't
I used to shiver in the wings
But then I was young
I used to shiver in the wings
Till I found my own tongue
I sock 'em everywhere that I sing
Cause you know baby
I'm the Next Big Thing
I knocked 'em
