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