Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control
Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I don't need your howling moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes
Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright
Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun
Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue
Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
