Stuck in the county jail. Nobody here's gonna' pay my bail. A thirty days with a smelly drunk. A turn-key callin' me a dirty punk. . I got to pick myself up.
We are winners and losers, bed fellow choosers,. Put here to pass by the times. We are space-age sailors, all had our failures,. Now everybody gonna shine.
If somebody tells you, Look out boy. That stuff you're doin' is way too strong. Pay them no mind, just give 'em time. Keep your head, you can't do no wrong.
I wish I had a place to stay in L.A. for a week or so. I feel like bein' jive, hangin' out, maybe go to Mexico. 'Cause dreamin', baby, that's the way I wanna be.