(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)

every day the smoke curls up around me
and it brings my world in harmony
it just stops my brain...this weed just pounds me
heaven on parade, eternally
with a taste so warm and tender
a blast...for ol' freaks, like me

(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
it makes me feel all better
(to make me happy, i just smoke a lot)
i forget the things, the real world brings
(not together, but yet, straight enough)
that i don't take a header
(ain't no thinkin' when i'm on that stuff)

it just rips me up and i'm way past knowin'...(unknowin')
puts a little mystique in my day
constantly surprised, as my buzz keeps growin'...(it keeps growin")
higher every minute as my senses stray
i may hit the ground while walkin'
cause its absurd...absurd, how i sway, now

wooh..ooh...(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
well, it makes me feel like talkin'
(comes to sense, i never make a lot)
and its time my friend, my brain, to bend
(slurred together by my lips and tongue)
just nonsense grunts, i utter
(people, ain't no thinkin' when i'm on that stuff)

ooh...what a big big bag, i bought...but boy...it cost a lot

(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
no, no...i'm no go-getter
(i get so happy that my goose is got)
i see funny things and my ears sure ring
(brain, uncluttered and that ain't no bluff)
eyes like an irish setter's
(ain't no thinkin' when i'm on that stuff)

(ain't no thinkin' when i'm numb on pot)
well, my noggin' is a-knockin'
(it makes me happy, is what i've been taught)
i'm a wobbly man...i can barely stand