High Times - Jamiroquai

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 far away 
Searching my reflecting 
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 drop this time 
Paranoia will destroy ya 
Paranoia will destroy ya 
Paranoia will destroy ya 
Paranoia