Everybody's toking doobee
In those Colorado spaces
Where it's now legal to get high

People puffing deeply
I can't see their faces
'Cause all the smoke gets in my eyes

I'm going where the ganja's growing
In the mountain rain
Searching for a Rocky Mountain high
Joining in on some puff and pass
Listening to Cheech and Chong
And buying all of the Funyuns I can find

[Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude...]

I'm going on a trip with Blondie
And with Mary Jane
Going where you don't step on a roach
Fascinated with my big toe
Cranking up some Grateful Dead
And laughing over my frostbite 'cause I'm stoned

Everybody's toking doobee
In Colorado places
Sending their smoke up to the sky
Now Wyoming has a contact high
Whoa, I'm completely trashed
Whoa, whoa
Hey there mister, can't you read the sign
Please keep on the grass