AN Old hippy was smoking dope in the comfort of his home,
He was'nt hurting anything, just trying to get stoned
When all at once heard a thunderous pounding on his door,
It was the mighty men in blue, busting him once more
Chorus =The DEA, and the Bayanet, He's got Narc Agents in his eyes
Their badges nice and shiny and their boots were polished black.
upon their hips a holster with Pearl buttons in the back,
A bolt of fear shot thru him, as in his door they bashed,
They were looking hard everywhere, For his hidden Stash
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The room was heavily laden with that marijuna smoke,
He had a joint burning in his hand so he offered them a toke,
His eyes were red and glassy and he had a vacant stare,
A big ole smile upon his face, As if he didn't care
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You're a menace to Society, is what one of them said,
as they cuffed his hands, they bashed him in his head.
Hippy better change your ways, or you'll rot away in hell
Just to save you from this fate, you can rot away in jail
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