Marc and the Rayons, they're packing ray guns
Always keep one hand inside their jackets, got their shades on
They file into that rusted Pinto
Hit that gas and haul that a** to cities you ain't been to
I'm getting high in the backseat
Jess on instruction and not for loving
She ain't going sleep till twenty-eight is hustled down to nothing
Jess' such a soldier, it's getting colder
She move and stick, yeah, really quick and ain't gonna get much older
I'm getting high in the backseat