Headin' down Scott, turnin' up Main
Looking for that girl who sells cocaine
Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain
Late last night about a quarter past four
Ladanyi come knockin' down my hotel room door
Where's the cocaine -
It's runnin' all 'round my brain
I was talking to my doctor down at the hospital
He said, "Son, it says here you're twenty-seven,
But that's impossible
Cocaine - you look like you could be forty-five"
Now I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow
It's such a fine line - I hate to see it go
Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain