Rhythms of a Lush Life

The hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie to the hip-hip-hop.

You don't stop rockin' to the bang-bang boogie. Say up jump the boogie to

the rhythm of the boogity beat. And what you want is not soft,

but something with alcohol. And I know what you love,

a nice tall high ball. See, I am Richard the Third and

I'm here to risk it all. There ain't no other that's gonna be trouble with

all that whiskey. In the end, you know, you're gonna drink happily.

When there's fire and ice, you'll be swimmin' in that Long Island iced tea.