You don't need your name in bright lights
  You're a rock star
  And some tin foil with a glass pipe
  Is your guitar - now yes it is
  Little Angela
  Suffers delusions
  From these high times
  She's been cleaning up, since she was fourteen
  On the main line
  And her hunky funky junky, of a boyfriend
  Got her on late nights, with her skirt tight
  Woah, she's a wild thing
  Letting it all swing
  God bless our high times
    Don't you know that last night
  Turned to daylight
  And a minute, became a day
  Last night (last night)
  All my troubles
  Well they seemed so, so far away
  Searching my reflection
  For a glimpse of, another me
  I've got to get away from all these high high times
  'Cause these high times are killing me
    Now high times go on and on and on
  High times rock your mind yeah
    This twisted crystal Kingdom
  Where you live your nine lives
  And your head spins
  With purple cyclones
  Made of dexadrine
  And when the phone rings
  You think bad things
  Well these are high high high high times yeah
  In any back street
  When you take a hot seat
  Make sure check your flight times
  Oh now mama
    Don't you know that last night
  Turned to daylight
  And a minute, became a day
  Last night (last night)
  All my troubles
  Well they seemed so, so