I've got little bottle rockets hiding in my sweaty pockets   Plotting Commy plots to wreck the mix and turn us all into Communists   Killing crickets in the blitz with Agent 56   Smokin all our vodka drinkin all our red red cigarettes   And I'm not gettin through   I thought y'all knew   Will you drop the one into my cage in the Oakland Zoooooooooo      I'm out coolin with the Captain Max   I'm out coolin with the Captain Max   Ahoooooo   Till the love comes back (Alright)      Life in Technicolor times another sucker down the line   Another day another dime another page another line   And I'm still comin up   Yeah I just don't give a fuck naw   This KGB thing baby is gonna fuck you up   You gotta rock rock shimmy shimmy pop pop gimme gimme   Bang bang baby come on we got to get it on   I met my connection and I'ma roll my way back home (Oh look out y'all)      I'm out coolin with the Captain Max   I'm out coolin with the Captain Max   I must move and let the hype refract   I'm out coolin with the Captain Max   Ahoooooo   Till the love comes back (Alright)