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 on 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



oaaaarr

ride on

yeah

ride on

yeah

yeah

ride on

ride on

yeah

yeah

ride on

ride on

yeah

yeah

ride on

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