Teksty: Hurriganes. Crazy Days.

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 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