the legend lives on from the stoners on down
of the big load that came in cleveland
the buds and the seeds, practically all of ther weed
was so good that we couldn't believe it

our first rolling stunt was a giant sized blunt
that we'd roll all around on the table
and with several puffs, and our lungs full of stuff
I said Mum! you look like Betty Grable!.

the munchies came next and we sat there perplexed
as we smoked on the great load of ganja
but my mum made it moot, no chocolate, it was fruit,
avocadoes, and plums and some mangoes..

by eleven o'closk, we were totally socked
as the weed mountain lessedned, we tasted
all the chemical inside, we were high, and we were wide,
yes, I'm telling that we were so wasted.

the knmock upon the door, followed by several more,
and the uniforms came just like lightening
and I heard one of them say, we're from the DEA
and we stood there, handcuffed it was frightening

when their "probable cause" was a dog with big paws,
it really stood up, they were guessin,
as we all saw the judge with a wink and then a nudge,
we asked what charges were pressing

our bail we all made, with a small deposit paid,
as we headed out looking for weedies
we shivered and shook, as it seemed just like it took
all our day to buy seedlings

and the same bust that was made and an informant got paid,
and we all ended up in a prison
and the warden just laughed, as he asked if we knew spaff.
and we said, no, that was our decision

does anyone know whare the love of god goes,
when the boys five o'clock bell's arisen
and how did they know we were smoking toxic blow
in the detection of cannabis resin?

the day we got paroled, we found stuff and we rolled,
a big stout and we lit up the fire
we laughed and we sang as the prison bells rang,
for the poor boys still inside wire

several years then went by, as we kept smoking drieds
and we aged well as we smoked a stout one
and the young ones said why don't we give it a try
and we told them just don't go without one..

as I lay here in bed, with a smoke infested head,
and I write this song not quite so easy
as the others to watch, I wrote when on scotch,
but it makes my insides go all queasy

as a last little verse, I'll be quick and so terse
saying fellas, it's just like buying a widget
only smart fellas know, as the story now goes
that pot heads are all stupid idiots.