Testo Funky Flying Chair

I´ve got the first fight fever fanning the flame Get a couple of malt liquors to go I´ve got a French bread pizza, a J in the tray And a Titty Bongo sticker; lets go I´m gonna fly through the air in my funky flying chair Spend a million dollars on the way A little twist of the wrist and the earth is in my fist Burning like a kilowatt today Sweet soul samples are stirring my soul As I´m picking up a local DJ He sends me up through the stratosphere out into space With a triple-double shot of Link Wray And as I shoot past Alpha Centauri, my pulse is racing I´m gonna be the first To make a lunch reservation with Elvis Presley At the restaurant at the end of the universe I´m gonna fly through the air in my funky flying chair Waste a million dollars on the way A little twist of the wrist and the earth is in my fist Burning like a kilowatt today