Everybody Getting High
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Here comes the writer
He's got the script right in his hand
Talkin' to the actress
While she's checking out the band
Her name is Pretty
But not the boils on her face
I feel like running
But there's no hiding place
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
My dress designers
They want to doll me up in blue
Pretty next fall's collection
They want to show it in the zoo
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
Everybody getting
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
What are you doing here?
To all these dogs you're just a bone
Before you throw up honey
Just grab your coat
And kiss your goodbyes
I'm gonna take you take you home
I'm checking out the Kung-Fu actor
Boy is he way up his ass
He won't even talk to me
But he wants to show me how to dance
Everybody getting high
High, high, high, high, high, high
And I sit and wonder why?
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
'Cos everybody wants to
Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly