Once I need relaxation Need to get some r 'n' r (That's rest and recreation) Don't need no vacation I don't have to go that far (I've got better things to do with my money) Don't need no private eye Forget the FBI 'Cause when the beaver sings Look out I'm closing in CHORUS: In the go zone, ready to fly In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block In the go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone Got to have my candy Got to have my sugar sweet (I wanna give you a treat) Giving you directions You don't have to use your feet (We're on the same street baby) You've got to travel south South of my hungry mouth And there you'll find a friend Until the bitter end CHORUS What are you gonna find down there? There ain't no red light district Get yourself a ticket to the - CHORUS In the go zone, leave me to die In the go zone, standing up high In the go zone, down on the block Go zone, ready to rock Down down down in the go zone