Anytime you're ready, Chow.You can afford insurance, none of my boys can.Ever since, I was a little boy.I always wanted a few more toys, a few more skates, a few more meals.I was poor, star smoking banana peels.My folks did all that they could.To clothe, to feed, and to raise me good.I had a big brother and I had a big sister.My shoes were so big that I got big blisters.Hand me down clothes from my big bro.Used to play drums with a big afro.It was 1972 when I started off with the herbs and brew.I might have been a little too young.But I started singing songs that were already sung.A song from the street, not a movie score.My bones were aching and crying for more.I want more!I want some more!Give me some more!I want some more!As time went by, I did grow old.A bit of stagnation, but I never grew mold.I was cruising around on top of my skate.At age 14, I had my first date.Had no car, so I took the board.Pimped some brew at the liquor store.Took her back to the local park.Rock and roll until way past dark.She was older than me, her name was Diane.From Hawaii.It really didn't matter, she was good to me.Said something about hook to me.The taste was so good that I almost got fooled.Damn good thing I was street schooled.I found another that I could score.That's right, Willie Brown!I want more!I want more!Give me some more!I want some more!Yo, tell them Willie Brown.I was hanging out with my friend Duff.And Skate Master Tate was hanging with us.Yeah, boy.Went to this girl's house, and you know what happened?Nah, what?I thought Shamu was loose again.Yikes!Watching Wild Kingdom and chatting to this girl.Man, she rocked the world!Nah, she was a squirrel.Aw, nuts.Excuse me, Mrs. Fish.Would you please come to my house?Flapping and bapping like a trout.I want more!I want more!Give me some more!I want some more!I want some more!I want some more!I want some more!