High Times

Rolling down the hill with my high tops on

To a spot down at the bottom where the whisky's strong

And the posters on the wall sing all my favorite songs

We gonna ramble all night long

There's white horses in the street wearing purple shades

And there's gypsies on the corner selling razorblades

The night has just begun but I can see the end of days

Riding with my friend John Blaze

And I am chasing these

High times with you girl

High times with you