Well, I sought out a rich bird; a dossin’ down, with eats an’ free board
I got my doobie fired up, an’ I’m-a done in like-a never before
It’s a weed zone: my head is all right; I don’t see a cop in sight
Six J’s I’ve-a rolled, an’ I’m-a gonna toke at home tonight

I dig the “bend forward” sheers an’ the Roller on her drive
A shakin’ apple sight fells, so my eyes are open wide
She just passed a doobie an’ a light; it’s been a gas, an’ ev’rything is right
Six J’s I’ve-a rolled, an’ I’m-a gonna toke at home tonight

Well, it seems I could munch, since I’m messed by really good Thai
So I’ll have a lot o’ patties, but they’re not-a like-a some other pies
I could buy some but those aren’t right, for they could never make me high as that kite
Six pies full o’ weed, an’ I’m-a gonna bake at home tonight

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Pie for me, an’ a flagon of Turley wine
Well, it’s a little over date, but I hear that’s-a way refined
So nothin’ bothers me tonight; I can watch how the trails all light
Six pies full o’ weed, an’ I’m-a gonna take a doze tonight

Now my cigs are better rolled: she’s not just keen, she’s pro
What a dame, with her rack; for this bloke, the…showin’ crack is goal
I bet she’s a stunner in white; if you think I’d-a marry, you’re right!
Six days; never sowed, an’ she’s-a gonna take a bone tonight
(a short while later)
Six lays; never slowed, an’ she’s-a gonna make a moan tonight

Six ways; never glowed, an’ she’s-a gonna fake a moan tonight