Oh, I ain't goin' to work today (yeah, why not?) 'Cause I'd rather work on breakin' my own bones with some style ya know ♪ (Go) 45 M-P-H (Go) down hill on a skate There's a code that ya better know There's one style and that's to skate We skate in packs, our flag is Jaks There's always time to race Only a fool has a pool and keeps it full Only the trader don't trade his pools (Go!) 45 M-P-H (Go!) down hill on a skate ♪ (Go!) 45 M-P-H (Go!) down hill on a skate ♪ So there I am skatin' solo down 9th Avenue (and I rule) A couple bikers pull up on me one on each side (I hate those fucks) They try to lock me in and here comes a bus These scumbags, they want me dead I know they want my head (we gotta go!) I pull that drumstick out of my pocket (we gotta go) Puts it in the spokes, the biker slams (we gotta go) Don't laugh because he was a Jak (we gotta go) Bunch of Jaks, doing numbers, 45 (we gotta go) 45, 45 (we gotta go) Jaks (we gotta go)