I Aint Goin To Work Today Yea Why Not? Cuz Id Rather Work On Breakin My Own Bones With Some Style Ya Know Go 45 M.P.H Go Down Hill On A Skate Theres A Code That Ya Better Know And There's A Style & Thats To Skate We Skate In Packs Our Flag Is Jaks Theres Always Time To Race Only A Fool Has A Pool And Keeps It Full Only A Trader Wont Trade His Pools [chorus] There I Am Skatin' Solo Down 9th Ave. A Couple Bikers Pull Up One On Each Side Theyre Wavin Back And Forth They Try To Lock Me In And Here Comes A Bus These Scumbags Want Me Dead I Know They Want My Head A Jak Pulls Up, Pulls A Drumstick Out Of His Pocket Sticks It In The Spokes, And The Biker Slams Dont Laugh Cuz He Was A Jak We Gotta Go