I'm goin' for high coin, baby, or I ain't goin' nowhere at all

I'm goin' for high coin, baby, to keep me high and in and up and down and all

While hepcats try to label you and tear down all the words you're able to recall

That's all before the fall

I'm in the high scenes, baby, I'm livin' in far out and high

I'm in the high scenes, baby, where day is night and nights are days of years gone by

While blind bats tower in some spools, the hours strike these cats like fools of words in rhyme

Fine, it's my time

It looks like high time, baby, to stop our lovin' nickel dime

We're in the high times, baby, where words are lost and tempest-tossed in lemon lime

When times and places effervesce in words of wonder from down under, I'm no less

I'm fine, it's my time