Heading down the highway   California, get high   I can see the long road behind me      Dressed so tight, Saturday night   Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights   All the pretty girls want a good time      Never gone away   Lost in the bathrooms of my waste   It's piled up inside   Somebody knocking at the door      One, one, one, nine      Heading down the highway   California, dreams of big time   Horror business      Beautiful brown eyes   Blue eyes, green eyes, her eyes      Dressed so tight, Mr. Saturday Night   Hollywood scarecrow loves to fight   All the pretty girls want a good time      Never gone away   Lost in the bathrooms of my waste   It's piled up inside   Somebody knocking at the door      One, one, one, nine      Comatosed and skeletons   Crimson pearls of decadence   Searching for the arrogance   To get me through the innocence   Hanging rainbows storm clouds loom   Witches shelter laugh and boom      I can still hear the music   Can you still hear the music      A thousand miles left to go   Magic breaths of grimple smoke   Pumpkin seeds of fading time   Always us, one, one, one, nine