Jamiroquai - High Times lyrics
Jamiroquai [Jay Kay] Jason Luís Cheetham [Stretford, Lancashire, England] 🇬🇧
[Jamiroquai - High Times lyrics]
You don't need your name in bright lights
You're a rockstar 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
Whoa, she's a wild thing
Oh, 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
All my troubles
Well they seemed so, so far away
I'm searching my reflection
For a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from
All these high times 'Cause these high times
Are killing me!
Now these high times go on and on and on
High times to rock your mind, yeah
This twisted, crystal kingdom
Where you live your nine lives
And your head spins with purple cyclones
Made of Dexedrine (Gimme some of that)
And when the phone rings
You think bad things
Well, these are high high high high times
Yeah in any backstreet
When you take a hot seat
Make sure you check your flight times
Whoa, mama!
Now drop it this time
Paranoia will destroy ya paranoia
Paranoia this time!
La la la la la la high times (oh yeah)
Ooh, we're living in high high times, yeah
Last night turned to daylight
And a moment half a world away
Time can be so precious when you throw your
Life away i can't help living it up
Letting it all go wrong
I can't believe in these white lines
Knowing my life has gone
Kids wanna give it up kids wanna give it up
Time to let your mind be free
Searching for eternity
Kids wanna give it up kids wanna give it up
Yeah, alright
You're a rockstar 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
Whoa, she's a wild thing
Oh, 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
All my troubles
Well they seemed so, so far away
I'm searching my reflection
For a glimpse of another me
I've got to get away from
All these high times 'Cause these high times
Are killing me!
Now these high times go on and on and on
High times to rock your mind, yeah
This twisted, crystal kingdom
Where you live your nine lives
And your head spins with purple cyclones
Made of Dexedrine (Gimme some of that)
And when the phone rings
You think bad things
Well, these are high high high high times
Yeah in any backstreet
When you take a hot seat
Make sure you check your flight times
Whoa, mama!
Now drop it this time
Paranoia will destroy ya paranoia
Paranoia this time!
La la la la la la high times (oh yeah)
Ooh, we're living in high high times, yeah
Last night turned to daylight
And a moment half a world away
Time can be so precious when you throw your
Life away i can't help living it up
Letting it all go wrong
I can't believe in these white lines
Knowing my life has gone
Kids wanna give it up kids wanna give it up
Time to let your mind be free
Searching for eternity
Kids wanna give it up kids wanna give it up
Yeah, alright