Well, I ain't goin to work today
Yeah, why not?
'Cause I'd rather work
On breakin' my own bones with some style ya know
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
There's a code that ya better know
And there's one style and that's to skate
We skate in packs
Our flag is Jaks
There's always time to race
Only a fool has a pool and keeps it full
Only a traitor won't drain his pool
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
Go, 45 mph
Go, down hill on a skate
So there I am skatin' solo down 9th Ave.
(And I rule)
A couple bikers pull up on me, one on each side
(I hate those fucks)
They try to lock me in and here comes a bus
These scumbags want me dead
I know they want my head
A Jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket
Sticks it in the spokes and the biker slams
Don't laugh 'cause he was a Jak
We gotta go 45, 45

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