"Sun's up, uh huh, looked okay
Gotta take a plane to St. Tropez
Thank lord I've got my pills with me
Need some ecstasy to take a hold on me.
Shrinking penis makes me laugh
Have to take a soak in the bath
Convinced I'm seeing blood in my pee
Some kind of ecstasy got a hold on me.
Dream of a bevy of bronzed beach girls
Topless on my sailboat as the waves curl
'Why don't we get drunk and screw?'
Is an ecstasy poem from me to you.
The airport garbage smells so sweet
Gitanes and croissants underneath my feet
My eyes keep darting from A to B
A lot of ecstasy has a hold on me.
And I'm wondering where the lions are...
I'm wondering where the lions are...
Baby-faced gendarmes doing double takes
Just want to kiss them by a moonlit lake
They laugh and point their fingers at me
This ecstasy now is lovin' up me.
Young men count pills... I'm so dumb
Should have stashed it up my bum
Twenty, sixty, a hundred (it better be!)
Lots of E should've been inside of me.
A $380 fine is all I pay
"Prescription drugs!" my spokesmen say
Sell one of my Hawaiian shirts on eBay
To deal with ecstasy's hold on me
When the sun came up, uh huh, it looked okay
Now Tiny Mix Tapes will have a field day
Have to say goodbye to MDMA
Cheeseburgers and margaritas...
(pause for climactic effect)
...return your hold on me!"