Lyrics:

No relief on the timeline
Nothing but dead bodies
Illuminati amongst the waistline
And if you're not down
You're coming up chewing on the bass line
Saturday to Sunday, Monday
Superman dropping kryptonite

And you plead summer forever
Nothing better than playing bad boys in good weather
And I'm sure your crew will always stay together
Living on the thrill of now or never

Yeah you just roll and smoke and scroll
Better to be half-cut than overgrown
And I see body on body, but no soul
'Cause they'd take three in the club over one at home

Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
Easy riding
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
Stuck into loving, man, she's sick of the foreplay
Easy riding

You reek of ambition
But it's such a shame you're so plagued with indecision
And you can hear the doubt inside but there's no need to listen
Hit the town again, man, there's nights you can't be missing

Yeah you just roll and smoke and scroll
Better to be half-cut than overgrown
And I see body on body, but no soul
'Cause they'd take three in the club over one at home

Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
Easy riding
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
Stuck into loving, man, she's sick of the foreplay
Easy riding

Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
Easy riding
Who needs a mind when the party is all day?
Who needs a mind when your body is Grade A?
Easy riding
Stick to skulling if the pull is your forté
Stuck into loving, man, she's sick of the foreplay
Easy riding