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 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 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 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 you check your flight times Oh now mama last night Turned to daylight And a minute became a day 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 Paranoia last night Turned to daylight And a minute became a day Last night All my troubles Well they seemed so so far away Searching my reflection For a glimpse of another one I've got to get away from all these high high times 'Cause these show are killing me La la la la la la High times oh yeah We're living in high high times