I'm drunk, can't see my glass   Not worried, chair dancing man      Tossed out of the golden playpen   Beating the drum of pain and pleasure      You see the street ahead   Just keep walking down it, look straight ahead      Nite club, ice cubes crackin'   The money's gone, I don't have a cent      Tossed out of the golden playpen   Beating the drum of pain and pleasure      Sex talks, eats you alive   We go making friends till we're satisfied      I'm drunk, can't see my glass   Not worried, chair dancing man      Tossed out of the golden playpen   Beating the drum of pain and pleasure      Tossed out of the golden playpen   And beating the drum of pain and pleasure, yeah