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
