[Verse 1]

I met a skinhead named Scrap

He lived in my friend's garage

Everyday, he's shaking that spray paint can

And comes out seeing stars

[Chorus]

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

Until your mind starts to gel

'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat

The funky, dying brain cell

[Verse 2]

Well, he met some Christians from Hell

Who said, "Let's go to Vegas, man"

So he packed up his leather and his red beret

Into that big, bad Christian van

[Chorus]

Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent

'Til your mind starts to gel

'Cause the preacher thumps the bible with a crazy beat

The funky, dying brain cell

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

Well, he came back to the garage

But the garage, it wasn't there

And he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John

Now he's growing his hair

[Chorus]

Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask

Until your mind starts to gel

'Cause the ball in the can has a crazy beat

The funky, dying brain cell

[Guitar Solo]