Strike, while the iron is hot

Baby, like it or not, everyone climbs

Up the backs of their peers

But we're not like that here

We have culture and creed you say

I was raised on the run and it fell anyway

So strike, when the iron looks hot

Baby we're all we've got so let's go

Out to the coast, we can outsource the ghost and get free

I've got an Orange County feeling

I can fly this car into a building

And come out looking 10 years younger

And baby you look hot

So drive, into the wall

Nature's own laws need not apply

Cause the curtain will hold

And the natives give all the sun