♪♪♪ My grass, the older, the better I twist the joints in boxers She got up, took a booze and left 19, not Polish, is not bad I'm sporty, she's got a nice menu We walk loosely around the estates We land at night, we feel jet lag Los Angeles, Amsterdam and Vietnam See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse Who would have thought that it would ever work See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse Who would have thought that it would ever work Calm down, young lady You've got my booze, you need to relax a bit She drinks a lot, but it's natural It's a different league, Californian bomb Tell me how you feel If like me, it's not bad The air is different here The cars are bigger, louder I hope we'll like it Let's go, hold on, life tastes good There are no parents, we can shout We swim lightly as the opium goes I like big jackets and bright glasses I like big asses and that's all I see here I've earned a bit and we'll fly here from the week We spend the summer in Florida We spend the summer in Florida See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse Who would have thought that it would ever work See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse Who would have thought that it would ever work See that we can be led by a muse We move around joints, cities, clubs Cool ass, not my cool blouse Who would have thought that it would ever work Thanks for watching!