Lyrics
Been there done that, had a look*
Bought that zine, bought that book
Thrasher magazine and three pills
I'm up for days with your spills and ills
Got two pipes now take your pick
One goes slow and one goes quick
On the lurk like Boba Fett
Is this too much fun for regrets?
Ahhhh too much fun!
Why again? Please tell me head
Same old story, different bed
Oh well well well well well good friend
Thought you'd been there and done that
These keys don't open your lock
They're up your snout, collecting snot
Your shoes are not on your feet
They're in your tight jeans pocket
Ahhhh too much fun!
