Lyrics:

Little Snow White, she was sleeping 24 hours a day
She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe
And it's cold, yes, it's cold
But everything is relative, can't you see we're living in
High times
Dig the new domain
Living through high times
Just don't crash my spiritual plane
Little Snow White, she was hungry
Told her, 'Go out and graft for it'
At the end of the rainbow, she was mind-blown
To be staring at a crock of shit
And it's hard, baby, yes, it's hard
But with a little intuition, you can shift position in the
High times
Touch the magic stone
Living through high times
Pick up that spiritual phone

Frittering packs of refuseniks
Too drunk to muster any contempt
Ten ways to relax on a cruise ship
One way to cover the rent
I've whored myself around enough to know, baby
You don't come with the customers and smile when you're spoken to in
High times
Catch the cosmic vibe
Living through high times
Hey, has Ginger Baker died?
Living through high times
My planet's all out of line
Living through high times
Man, just like '69
Living through-
(Playing the drums, baby)
(Flow along, baby)
(Kiss the crown, baby)
(Hand it down, baby)
High times
High times
High times
High times
High times