Mama said you’d always lose your mind
Make the best of getting by
On the couch, eating fries
Baked on top of a pizza pie
Door knocks, door rings
Pause Gremlins, hide your things
Open the door with an open fly
Running out, you gotta chase the high
“Ch-ch-ch-chase the high!” (x3)
On the porch on your bean bag chair
You’ve got the thirty-four hundred foot stare
Stars twinkle in the sky
Stars twinkle in your eyes
Somethin’ somethin’ don’t know what to write
These are the things that keep you up at night
You wait a long time for bud to come by
Nuh uh, no! You gotta chase the high!
“Ch-ch-ch-chase the high!” (x3)
“You’ve gotta move!” (x4)