The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Snap backs, back in the fat, worm like a coach,
Rain break it a teen patch, arm it like a bro,
Then at Jack remembers only high top ponies,
Catch, reblock, all gal suck, totally.
Top flash, hit to, walk at all, have a little
Half the city while you stroll through your park’s fog.
Every time you flick it looks as if you have a sparkler in hand,
That keeps away to think the parlor’s here.
Even pirates wear mascara and eye shadow,
Listen to gangsta rap as keep it fly Marlon Brando.
You kept yours all under a toy it is in joy,
Manipulated like CocoRosie does it easy, does it easy.
Pinky ring, fake form, thingy ironed T-shirt,
Whatever he at, like more comedies put you dandy line.
Out to the drift that purchase modern world fair vintage,
For it all, burn in hell, ‘cause a helmet has a more significance.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
70 club reject, yard sell lummish at,
45 selection, sale file fondage at.
Every action to be accurate, 20 of grands,
You furniture like super, ain’t no zodiacs to trend.
No longer have to act black, even if you are black,
The coolest of the cooler lost their cool because they’re cool black.
Was popular at turbo nerve, cross genre mantra,
First person join gangs, marley on the contrary.
Rockers rock and roll, rockers up the nose,
No country for old man since Johnny passed them tool.
Seems that’s time to talk you all for nourry feed the corn,
A bottle to parry at for the skinny to explore.
The ladies wanna be Wanda, the fellas wanna be Kanye,
Good rappers thrown at the dot of the Mañana.
But a dog’s man’s best friend, except when he acts like a bitch,
He slips from the board and make to the board but forget how to sleep on the bench.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Turn yourself into a brand name,
Your spit’s not even half of the battle,
The more it’s merely a frame.
The picture perfect is all your interest and all you savy,
The paint brush or a portrait, colors on canvy
I staid gash an exactly sue to sorrow,
Limbo between the life of a party boy and a bubble.
Act like you just don’t know what you’re doing and they will love you,
Tricks to the trade, magicians’ sequels, committed sub-due.
Maybe that found the palm of fifteen minutes of fame
Be based on the arrogance, a response at the mere applause
Nothing is fair, neither the long nor to the arm
We eat the bond to manner and starve and there you fucking are.
No practice and no getting better at it, pal,
You either run for it at your mic or run them all in your trunk.
Natural cause you all, great nuts,
Some old thing popping through your veins with some props to chase that old troll.
Rain break it a teen patch, arm it like a bro,
Then at Jack remembers only high top ponies,
Catch, reblock, all gal suck, totally.
Top flash, hit to, walk at all, have a little
Half the city while you stroll through your park’s fog.
Every time you flick it looks as if you have a sparkler in hand,
That keeps away to think the parlor’s here.
Even pirates wear mascara and eye shadow,
Listen to gangsta rap as keep it fly Marlon Brando.
You kept yours all under a toy it is in joy,
Manipulated like CocoRosie does it easy, does it easy.
Pinky ring, fake form, thingy ironed T-shirt,
Whatever he at, like more comedies put you dandy line.
Out to the drift that purchase modern world fair vintage,
For it all, burn in hell, ‘cause a helmet has a more significance.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
70 club reject, yard sell lummish at,
45 selection, sale file fondage at.
Every action to be accurate, 20 of grands,
You furniture like super, ain’t no zodiacs to trend.
No longer have to act black, even if you are black,
The coolest of the cooler lost their cool because they’re cool black.
Was popular at turbo nerve, cross genre mantra,
First person join gangs, marley on the contrary.
Rockers rock and roll, rockers up the nose,
No country for old man since Johnny passed them tool.
Seems that’s time to talk you all for nourry feed the corn,
A bottle to parry at for the skinny to explore.
The ladies wanna be Wanda, the fellas wanna be Kanye,
Good rappers thrown at the dot of the Mañana.
But a dog’s man’s best friend, except when he acts like a bitch,
He slips from the board and make to the board but forget how to sleep on the bench.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Reckon a start for the prarie dogs to come out and play, so make way.
Get away, ground hog, so long. Get away, ground hog, so long.
Turn yourself into a brand name,
Your spit’s not even half of the battle,
The more it’s merely a frame.
The picture perfect is all your interest and all you savy,
The paint brush or a portrait, colors on canvy
I staid gash an exactly sue to sorrow,
Limbo between the life of a party boy and a bubble.
Act like you just don’t know what you’re doing and they will love you,
Tricks to the trade, magicians’ sequels, committed sub-due.
Maybe that found the palm of fifteen minutes of fame
Be based on the arrogance, a response at the mere applause
Nothing is fair, neither the long nor to the arm
We eat the bond to manner and starve and there you fucking are.
No practice and no getting better at it, pal,
You either run for it at your mic or run them all in your trunk.
Natural cause you all, great nuts,
Some old thing popping through your veins with some props to chase that old troll.
Lyrics submitted by beanbagg
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