He be the whistler - ain't got no problems no
He needs you 'bout as much as a stone weighing him down
But you're a purdy one - and he'll stare at you for hours
'Til the morning sun tells him no
Dutch courage on his side - give it time and we'll have something
Going down tonight - mmmh
And how her legs can sway - could they sway like that for hours?
'Til the mornin' sun ends this night
So go waste
Some time
Letting something
Something different
Pilot your mind
Aight
So that's a Glasgow kiss?
Knocked right back into first person
Still my head's a kite - and my eyes they're a disco
And how the floor it sways - it'll sway like this for hours
'Til the mornin' sun crowns me
King
So go waste
Some time
Letting something
Something different
Pilot your mind
Watch me grow tall
Watch me grow strong
Watch me grow young
So go waste
Some time
Letting something
Something different
Pilot your mind