You take Sally and I'll take Sue Their ain't no difference between the two Cocaine, running all 'round my brain
Headin' down Scott, turnin' up Main Looking for that girl that sells cocaine Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain
Mmmmm-hmmm, Mama come here quick That old cocain 'bout to make me sick Cocain, running all 'round my brain
Late last night about a quarter past four Old George come knockin' down my hotel room door Where's the cocaine-- your to late It's runnin' all 'round my brain
I was talking to my doctor down at the hospital He said, "Son, it says here you're twenty-seven, But that's impossible Cocaine-- you look like you could be forty-five"
Now I'm losing touch with reality and I'm almost out of blow It's such a fine line-- I hate to see it go Cocaine, runnin' all 'round my brain