Lyrics:

Hey Jim, Jim

I want you to spell for me something
I want you to spell New York
N-E-W Y-O-R-K, that's New York
No man, I'm sorry, you've made a mistake
I'm gonna teach you the right way
And the proper way to spell New York
Here it comes

A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way we spell New York, yeah

'Cause I've got cokane running around my brain
Cokane running around my brain
Yeah I got cokane
A whole lot of cokane

Whenever I walk in the rain
I can feel a burnin' pain
Keep's a burning flame
Burning in my bloody brain

You know I'm always on the run
'Cause one day I wanna meet the 7th Son, yeah

I've got cokane running around my brain
Cokane running around my brain
Cokane
A whole lot of cokane

No matter how I treat my guests
They always like my kitchen best
Like a burning flame
In my bloody brain
I got a burning flame
In my brain

Whoa
Ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on
Yeah, yeah, ride on

I got cokane running around my brain
Yeah I got cokane running around my brain
A whole lot of cokane running around my brain
Yeah I got cokane running around my brain
Running around my brain
Running around my brain
Running around my brain

Screwing up my brain
Mixing up my brain
Fucking up my brain

Cokane
Running around my brain
Running around my brain
Running around my brain
Running around my