You don't need your name in bright lights You're a rock star And some tin foil with a glass pipe Is your guitar - now yes it is Little Angela Suffers delusions From these high times She's been cleaning up, since she was fourteen On the main line And her hunky funky junky, of a boyfriend Got her on late nights, with her skirt tight Woah, she's a wild thing Letting it all swing God bless our high times
Don't you know that last night Turned to daylight And a minute, became a day Last night (last night) All my troubles Well they seemed so, so far away Searching my reflection For a glimpse of, another me I've got to get away from all these high high times 'Cause these high times are killing me
Now high times go on and on and on High times rock your mind yeah
This twisted crystal Kingdom Where you live your nine lives And your head spins With purple cyclones Made of dexadrine And when the phone rings You think bad things Well these are high high high high times yeah In any back street When you take a hot seat Make sure check your flight times Oh now mama
Don't you know that last night Turned to daylight And a minute, became a day Last night (last night) All my troubles Well they seemed so, so
