The sirens are screaming and the stray dogs are howling,
Way down on the seafront tonight
There's the man in the sandals with a bag in his hand
And I know he's gonna see me right
He's the evil reefer man, with the wonder stuff to buy
And he'll give you what you want for cash
And down in the tunnel where I know he is dealing
Oh I swear I saw a guide dog, selling it straight out of
Blunkett's ministerial stash

Oh baby this'll take me to another world
If I can find a light
And as long as I have enough rizzlas at home
I'm gonna get high as a kite
But I gotta beware
The cops are all over town
If they catch me I'll be jailed for sure
So I gotta sneak away with the grass in my pocket
If the cop doesn't know
I'll make it to my door

And I know from the smell
I'll be bombed when the morning comes
When my mate's crawl over
They'll be under the spell
We'll be bombed, bombed, bombed
They don't need the hard sell
They won't wait 'til the morning comes
But when the J is done and the roach burnt down
And I'm wasted on the floor
Then like a hippy before the end of Woodstock
I'll be crawling on back for more.

I'm gonna roll a doobie like a battering ram
And I load it just how I like
Then I fire up the pot and I'm getting the munchies
And I grab another can of sprite
Nothing ever works in this rotten old house
Everyone is wasted and bored
And no one ever cooks
And no one ever cleans
And we only get up when we've scored
And I know that we're stoned and we never go out
And maybe we're stoned when we do
But if I can't get the blonde that we saw on the bus
Well then I'd rather be stoned with you
Well if I gotta be stoned you know I wanna be stoned,
Toking through the night with you
Well if I gotta be stoned you know I wanna be stoned
Gotta be stoned you know I wanna be stoned
Gotta be stoned you know I wanna be stoned
Toking through the night
Toking through the night
Toking through the night with you

Oh baby it's the only bong in this whole world,
That's good and out of sight.
And wherever we are and wherever we go,
We're always gonna need a light
But I gotta light up
I gotta light it up now,
Before the final crack of dawn.
So we gotta make the most of our last toke together.
When we get some more blow,
We'll stoke it up once more

And we know from the smell
We'll be bombed when the morning comes
Now the bong's tipped over
But I'm too gone to yell
We're all bombed bombed bombed
I'm not feeling too well
I might not last 'til the morning comes
But when the J is done and the roach burnt down
And I'm wasted on the floor
Then like a hippy before the end of Woodstock
I'll be crawling on back for more.

I can see myself, staggering down the road
Wasted, my ability to stand has almost gone
And my skin is moist but my throat is dry
I think I'm gonna throw right now
I gotta reach the grate
But I can't hold in all my spew
And I never see the flashing light 'til it's way too late
I never feel the cuffs go on 'til it's way too late

Then I'm sitting on the floor of my cell at the local nick
Tired and wasted with the fear chillin' me like ice
And I think somebody somehow must have died in this cell
And the cops have got hold of my stash
They're smokin'
They've got all of my goodies
And they're puffing away
All I've got is the smell

Then I'm sitting on the floor of my cell at the local nick
Tired and wasted with the fear chillin' me like ice
And I think somebody somehow must have died in this cell
And the cops have got hold of my stash
They're smokin', they're smokin'
They've got all of my goodies and they're puffing away
All I've got is the smell
All I've got is the smell
All I've got is the smell
Oh what a wonderful smell (and they'll be bombed before my lawyer comes)
Oh what a wonderful smell (and they'll be bombed before my lawyer comes)
Oh what a wonderful smell....