The sun is out I get up
Yesterdays party was just to much
We had fun, laughed all night
Everybody came and felt right
The drinks were good, time went by
A lot of gin and no goodbye
The cigarettes are out again
That's no problem I got them
The cops came, looked around
They hate I twhen we play our sound
That are my friends - that's okay
I like them, they like me
I play the drums they do the rest
One, two, three - clap your hands
Funky music came around
As you know it's our loving, rocking groove
It's our soothing, smoothing groove
A brand new day a brand new luck
Slash always says: "You better go fuck!"