It's true! It's true! Hist'ry records it clear
They smoked wacky tobaccy way back here..

They'd burn green plants in old King Arthur's sauna
Or roll it up and puff on it a lot
In those times, never called it marijuana,
Smoked Camel-pot..

Not really much to do Jan. to December
Just sat around and whipped the slaves a lot
So they would toke their lips with burning ember
Smoked Camel-pot..

Camel-pot! Camel-pot!

They hid their stash in vase or jar
It was Camel-pot, pure and hot
Could float them to a star..

No vice squad cops to ever run a sting-op
Or undercover action happened here
All drug pushers could plot
Their deals at any spot
And heavy gut deep inhaling made lungs cheer
For Camel-pot!

Camel-pot! Camel-pot!
All royalty would clamp their paws
On good Camel-pot, troubles blot..
Had no legal laws
No snow or crack cocaine to nudge a thrillside
Rome air was always foggy'd up, not clear
But puff, they may have not
If they had known they got
It's main ingredient from a camel's rear
That's Camel-pot!

Camel-pot!