That West Philly Jam
He won't say what it is
Just what kind of trouble are they trying to get in
At this place called The Pit?

They think I'm already down
The van's parked down the street
But I got beers in hand
I'm smoking some weed and then I'm going to sleep

I'm glad I didn't go to The Pit
They all went and now they all look like shit
I'm glad I didn't go to The Pit with Jimmy and his friend
Who kind of looked like Vince

Hanging with these crazy kids
They're telling stories all night
And then arguing over who's telling them best
And who's telling them right

Then one has a plan
And the others fall in line
It's this one place they go
They don't let outsiders know
And they don't speak of those times