My left hand on my leather wheel.
My right on a female neck.
Doing her job, ready to come.
I feel alright at 200 miles…

Sirens are howling, my bitch is screaming.
Cops seem to want something.
I´m over the limit, slam on the brakes.
I need to get out to breathe the air.
Oh, yeah!
Hands on the hood of my Corvette.
I feel at ease to regurgitate.
You have the right to remain cool.
Anything you say can and will be used.
In magazines If you can´t afford a whore.
One will be provided for you.
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.
Guilty for having too much fun.
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.

Guilty for having too much fun.

A shithead dare to cross my path.
To think I won´t lose time to teach him math.
Jacked closed, stopping the pose.
Two minutes and I´ll be suave again.

Punch him in his loser face.
Send him far away in outer space.
His fucking head, right down on the ground.
The Cops are sounding the end of the round.

With a gun aimed at me.
I feel more secure to pee.
You have the right to remain cool.
Anything you say can and will be used.
In magazines If you can´t afford a whore.
One will be provided for you.

Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.
Guilty for having too much fun.
Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.
Guilty for having too much fun.

Guilty for being young!
Guilty for being cool!
Guilty for having much fun than you!
(Solo)

Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.
Guilty for having too much fun.

Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho.
Don´t you know that rock stars never go to jail?
Ho, Ho, Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho.
Guilty for having too much fun.
(Party and alcohol.
Drugs and red lights.
Drugs and red lights.)

I don’t go to jail!