I cant think straight casue im looking down the barrel of a gun. Some dumb cop gave me two tickets. Only for rhymin and stealin. Triple trouble. I have to fight for our right to party, stop that intergalactic train, slow and low, get it together. Hey ladies, time to get ill and shake that rump to that finger lickin good sound of science. Rock hard, partys gettin rough. Maybe she´s on it but she´s a though guy.