we're riding on a pink cloud
we're a couple of birds in a wolf den
but to us it still feels like heaven
cause we don't let the bad vibes get in
testify to the strength of a true bomb
flying high over the heads of a rude mob
stay another revolution of the whole cloud
i don't care if they talking about us. no
i don't care if they put us down. no
i don't care if the sky falls around us
we're riding on a pink cloud
we're riding on a pink cloud
our mother is the boom in the baseline
our father is the back beat halftime
they say we were born under a bad sign