I met a skinhead named Scrap
He lived in my friend's garage
Every day he's shakin' that spray paint can
and comes out seein' stars
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
'Til your brain starts to gel
'Cause the ball in the can
Has a crazy beat
The funky dyin' brain cell
So he met some Christians from hell
Who said "Let's go to Vegas, man"
So he packed up his leather and his red beret
Into that big bad Christian van
Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent
'Til your mind starts to gel
'Cause the preacher thumps the bible
With a crazy beat
The funky dyin' brain cell
Well, he came back to the garage
But the garage it wasn't there
and he dug metallic gold more than Luke and John
Now he's growing his hair
Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask
'Til your mind starts to gel
'Cause the ball in the can
Has a crazy beat
The funky dyin' brain cell