Funky Flying Chair

I´ve got the first fight fever fanning the flame
Get a couple of malt liquors to go
I´ve got a French bread pizza, a J in the tray
And a Titty Bongo sticker; lets go
I´m gonna fly through the air in my funky flying chair
Spend a million dollars on the way
A little twist of the wrist and the earth is in my fist
Burning like a kilowatt today
Sweet soul samples are stirring my soul
As I´m picking up a local DJ
He sends me up through the stratosphere out into space
With a triple-double shot of Link Wray
And as I shoot past Alpha Centauri, my pulse is racing
I´m gonna be the first
To make a lunch reservation with Elvis Presley
At the restaurant at the end of the universe
I´m gonna fly through the air in my funky flying chair
Waste a million dollars on the way
A little twist of the wrist and the earth is in my fist
Burning like a kilowatt today