Aaaahh, yeah..
I got the tunes in my pocket
In an old ass Walkman
Walk to the beach with a bottle of black and tan
Keys in the velcro where it always should be
Time's tickin' by but it doesn't concern me
I'm killin' time with nothin' to do, yeah
It's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown, yeah
And no place I'd rather be
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat, yeah
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Well I can sleep all night to the sound of the ocean
Wake up in the mornin' and I do it all again
7 days a week I pay no attention
I spend a lot of time with my record collection
I'm killin' time with nothin' to do, yeah
It's all I seem to think about or do
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown, yeah
And no place I'd rather be
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat, yeah
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
I hear the sound of a skateboard rollin' down my backstreet
Reggae music comin' from the neighbour across from me
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown, yeah
No place I'd rather be
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat, yeah
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat, yeah
My town, my street
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Gives me piece of mind that can't be beat
Yeah...
