Night time, cruising the strip.
Right time, I gonna get flipped.
I don’t know what I do.
You know what I am.
Loosed up high as a kite.
Juiced up out like a light.
I don’t know what I do.
You’ll know where I go.
Crazy days in Venice West laughing like a chimpanzee.
Soapy dopes on a muscle beach, stinks like a barrel of cheese.
Now won’t, they don’t want now.
Busted, hitting the sack.
Just dead, everything black.
I don’t know what I do.
You know where I go.
Night time, cruising the strip.
Right time, I gonna get flipped.
I don’t know what I do.
You know what I am.