Hold steady, Ybor City.

You’re up to your neck in sweat and wet confetti.
If you want to get a little bit heady
It’s gonna have to get a little bit heavy.
We’re jamming jet skis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Sefredi,
And I’ve heard he’s been dead once already.

It’s going down right now in Lowertown.
They’re skipping off the good ship USS sexuality,
Searching for the merchant with the five-minute delivery.
They’re slipping soft rock into the set list now.
They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott.
We’re stumbling, but I think we’re still in it.
It’s a big world, girl, and I can’t understand it.
We’re tiny white specks on a bright blue planet.

I was a teenage ice machine.
I kept it cool in coolers.
I drank until I dreamed.
When I dreamed
I always dreamed
About the scene.

All these kids look like little lambs looking up at me.
I was a Twin Cities trash bin.
I did everything they’d give me.
I’d jam it in my system.
She had me cornered in the kitchen.
I said I’ll do anything but listen
To some weird talking chick who just can’t understand
That we’re hot soft spots on a hard rock planet.
Baby, take off your beret.
Everyone’s a critic and most people are DJ’s.

Working backwards from the doctor to the drugs,
From the packie to the taxi,
To the cabbie to the club.

A thousand kids will fall in love in all the clubs tonight.
A thousand other kids will end up gushing blood tonight.
Two thousand kids won’t get too much sleep tonight.
Two thousand kids they still feel pretty sweet tonight.
I still feel pretty sweet.