I aint goin to work today yea why not? cuz id rather work on breakin my own bones with some style ya know go 45 m.p.h go down hill on a skate theres a code that ya better know and there's a style & thats to skate we skate in packs our flag is jaks theres always time to race only a fool has a pool and keeps it full only a trader wont trade his pools [chorus] there i am skatin' solo down 9th ave. a couple bikers pull up one on each side theyre wavin back and forth they try to lock me in and here comes a bus these scumbags want me dead i know they want my head a jak pulls up, pulls a drumstick out of his pocket sticks it in the spokes, and the biker slams dont laugh cuz he was a jak we gotta go