(Pot Party)

This is the real action, the Pot Party
The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite
Outside the boundaries of their phony world of kicks
Is the ever present possibility of discovery
This time the gang's lucky
It's not the law, or discovery, or problems
It's just their supplier, Pete, with his number one chick
And a new guy looking for kicks
Forget it man and get with the countdown
Shake this square world and blast off for Kicksville