I say tee tish da dee
and you say what the hell
I say cuss oot beefo
and you say eat shit and die
secret child language
smoke weed all day
we ride on handlebars with peace pipe
after school we'll get so high
we can't feel ourselves
when night falls
we can put on music
sit out on the porch
there's nothing else to do
the crickets in the yard
the hot rods
gunning up and down the block