Gavin Gold

Lyrics

Am i a hero or a big big wimp
Am i rotten or squeaky clean
Am i avant garde or stereo typical
It’s noisy in my head

Am i respectable or am I a rude boy
Am i rebel or a geeky nerd
Am i a sinner or a pseudo saint
just wanna be in my bed

I’m going undercover vacation
Take my problems to the united nations
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I’m sailing on a boat to Jamaica
A craps game where I’m the bone shaker
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I guess I’ll chill out at The Ritz
The Ritz

Am i sound or am i going insane
Am i witty or dull and boring
Am i foolish or super smart
My brain is overfed

I’ll book myself an action vacation
Run a tab for the united nations
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
I’m lighting up a spliff in Jamaica
Getting high with a stiff undertaker
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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And then I’ll chill out at The Ritz
The Ritz
The Ritz
The Ritz

Am I a winner or am I a loser
Am i a criminal or drowning in the system
Were there some roads to take i guess i must have missed them
I’m losing my street cred

I’m living out a nightmare vacation
I have to speak at the united nations
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Arrested in the wilds of Jamaica
I have the words but they say I’m a faker
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I’ll guess I’ll chill out at The Ritz
The Ritz
The Ritz
The Ritz
Everybody’s talking about me
Everybody’s talking about me yo, yo, yo
Everybody’s talking about me yo, yo, yo
Everybody’s talking about me
Everybody’s talking about me
Everybody’s talking about me
Everybody’s talking about me yo, yo, yo

I stare into a hurricane
and ballet down the sands
Skid across an avalanche
While standing on my hands
Do you think I need some joker
Chanting in my brain
I just feel like prancing out and
Dancing in the rain
If I dig a hole and sink into mother earth
If I close my eyes just thinking about a birth
You can care about me but you'll never really know
What I do or what I think or where I'm bound to go

Chilling in Jamaica, soaking up the heat
Sitting on the beach smoking a marijuana leaf
Listening on the box to the Bob Marley beat
It’s getting very gnarly, I’m gonna hit the street