I got the tunes in my pocket
in an old [bad word] walkman
walking to the beach
with a bottle of black and tan
keys in the velcro
where it always should be
times ticking by but it doesn’t concern me

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I’m killing time with nothing` to do
that’s all I seem to think about or do
my soul is sound
when I’m in my hometown
no place I’d rather be

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

I can sleep all night
to the sound of the ocean
wake up in the morning
and I do it all again
seven days a week
I pay no attention
I spend a lot of time
with my record collection

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I’m killing time with nothing` to do
that’s all I seem to think about or do
my soul is sound
when I’m in my hometown
no place I’d rather be

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

I hear the sound of the skateboard
rolling down my backstreet
raggae [bad word] from the neighbor across from me

as time ticks by
as time ticks by
I never stop to ask, I never wonder why

as time ticks by
as time ticks by
I never stop to ask, I never wonder why

my soul is sound
when I’m in my hometown
no place I’ rather be

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

my town, my street
gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat

gives me peace of mind
that can’t be beat