Mikey Likes It

(I feel, I mean, I have a sense of there being a particular sort of)

(How do we say?)

(A center of something)

(Some sort of sensitive core inside the skin)

(And that corresponds to the word I)

(Let's take a look at this)

I like girls, girls, girls, all day all night

If she's got arms and legs, then bingo, she's my type

Oh, yeah

Mikey likes it

Uppers and downers at the same damn time

The mushroom kiss with the cocaine lines

Oh, yeah

Mikey likes it

Curry chicken, easy cheese

Chili peppers, soda squeeze

Yeah

Mikey likes it

Lava lamps, rainy days, Halle Barre, purple haze

Yeah (Yeah)

Mikey likes it

I like taking long, hot showers in the darkness

Scrubbing myself with Dove soap

Mike likes it

I like hoppin' in a Uber, pretending I'm a crackhead for the full ride

Scratching my neck, itchy, sleazy

Mikey likes it

UFOs, lucid dreams, dirty Chucks, denim jeans

Yeah

Mikey likes it

You'll get down to Stevie Knicks, baby waves, naked fish

Yeah (Yeah)

Mikey likes it

I like the smell of gasoline

The taste of syrup on the p***

The feel of getting my hair cut

The look of Venice on LSD

(I like it!)

(Who like it? Who like it?)

(I like it!)

(Here's a hallucination)

(That is to say a false sense of personal identity)