Cruisin’

We’re all laid back, just cruisin’ around in my Caddie, smokin’ dope and drinkin’ booze. Now we get in a car-crash. Then we go cruisin’ around and pick up some chicks. Our stereo’s blastin’. We’re cruisin’ around with the windows down: our Cadillac’s boomin’ that swing jazz with the big brass band. Doin’ some shrooms and smokin’ out. Here’s a message to whoever’s driving: Please watch where you’re going. Now we get in another car-crash, and the police arrest us and make us take a substance-abuse test. Their method of testing was these cool mood rings, which they allowed us to keep. Till death do us part. Mine turned lime-green, which means that I’m loaded. Now we’re out just cruisin’ around with our Cadillac boomin’ that big brass band; but, this time, we switch things up and play our gang’s anthem, which is the “Theme from A Summer Place” (1959) recorded by Percy Faith and His Orchestra. So we play our song and cruise and laugh and smile. Then we do some donuts in the parking lot, and make the tires heat up so that they melt off — that’s why they call it “burnin’ rubber.” Then I tell some fat guy to “Kiss this, my middle finger,” and I take his motorbike and leave the brakes on while flooring the gas, so that it skids in place. I’m the lead singer in our all-girl band. Now we’re in jail forever, because we ran over someone’s kite.