| Livin' in the car, make it to the bar |
| We’ll meet up with the guys who |
| Make love to Barbara Striesand |
| Then we’ll all split the scene |
| Make it like a dream |
| West Side Brighton, or we’re just ridin' |
| Turn on the chicks and then we’ll blow our kicks |
| And we’ll fly high |
| Boppin' and shoppin' and makin' it in West One |
| See ya later, alligator, throw away your Zip Gun |
| Dance instead of walking, feel like I’m the best one |
| Smokin' charges and ridin' barges, cutting out high strung |
| Sleeping on the beaches and make like a teacher |
| Turned on beggar, say he’s a rockin' preacher |
| Steeling or feeling and make like a rocker |
| Then you’ll fly high |
| Met her in the corner, King jiving on the sidwalk |
| Intellectual put down all I wanna do is talk |
| Chelsea cats groovin' and provin' that they’re all men |
| Callin' up your lost baby, shoutin' out «Remember when.» |
| On a scene with the guys, see the paintings in their eyes |
| Driving through the crazy night |
| Looking for a chick to fight |
| Had a seed and made a veil |
| Blew some smoke and leave a trail |
| And fly high |
| I’m wearin' shades and diggin' spades |
| I’m takin' in the night life |
| Crazy Sally in the alley, playing with a filck-knife |
| Met a chick, got a flat |
| Got a cat with one leg |
| I bought a Jeep, nice and cheap |
| For cutting out right now |
| Made it to the sea, just the chick, the cat, and me |
| everybody’s laughing 'cos the Jeep’s cost money |
| Nice and easy baby said, come and sit down with me |
| And we’ll fly hiiiiigh. |