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[Hook] The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! [Verse 1] Hey, you see there was once a boy called Give-Me-Some-Roy, he was nothin' like me or you Because laying back and just getting high was all he ever cared to do You see, Give-Me-Some-Roy sat down in the cellar sniffin' some airplane glue And when he finished with the glue he smoked banana peels which then was the thing to do He said "Man this high is really a wack, and so I better find 'nother way" And then he sat in the corner started saying to himself "You know I got a smoke a J today" He tried smoking marijuana and a little dust But when the reefer didn't do you know the dust he couldn't trust So he tried LSD and then some THC but it didn't quite do the trick And when the poppers and the reds nearly bust his head then he ate mushrooms that made him sick Now don't you know, I got that beat And I'ma get on down just to rock your feet 'Cause you've been sittin' in your seat, gotta pat your feet Sho' 'nuff to my what, to my funky beat Now I'm Fly Guy and I'll get you by If nobody else gives you a try Said I'm in your mind and I'm in your ear And I can get on down in your atmosphere Now don't you know, I got finesse 'Cause I ripped the 'S' off of Superman's chest Said me and Superman had a fight I hit him in the head with some Kryptonite And I know that you know he was out of sight I digged into his mind like a dynamite So wind up the joint, screw your wig on tight And I'll tell you a little story about Dolemite At the age of one, we had some fun At the age of two, I rocked with Boogaloo Sue At the age of three, I set you free At the age of four, I gave you a little more At the age of five, I made you live At the age of six, I said I gave you a mix At the age of seven, took you to heaven At the age of eight, I said I made it great At the age of nine, I rocked your behind At the age of ten, I did it again I said a-don't you know, I got that beat And I'ma get on down in a disco heat And just get off your job, get your check And then come on down to my discotheque And we can check out my man, Fly Guy Sho' 'nuff [?] just a gettin' you high I said I got a little story I want you to know 'Cause I'm rockin' to the beat in stereo Now I want all of you to listen all you gals and cats About a groove people know by the name of Bubba Fats See Bubba Fats was a man big and tall, he was sittin' on a mountain top And then the mountain was so high that it could reach the sky and if you climb you will surely drop You see Give-Me-Some-Roy tried over and over, tryin' to make it to the top And like so many other people who attempted to climb, you know he definitely had to drop You see Give-Me-Some-Roy tried over and over, to make this [?] He said I got the [?] and I got this high and I'm here to rock the best Now Give-Me-Some-Roy said to the Guru I wonder what the perfect high About [?] people [?] people know I just got to ride 'Cause I got the beat, I got control And I want the [?] rock my soul You see I want them to know about the perfect high Because I'm here just to rock it with Fly Guy Don't you know that I got the juice And I'ma get on down as I bust it loose Come on y'all and let's [?] And just get on down at the disco hop The Guru said the high that you seek is not found on any drug or shelf And if you really want to know about the ultimate high you got to find it deep inside yourself [Hook] The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! [Instrumental Break] [Outro] The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high! The perfect high, the perfect high, the perfect high!