he could not be stranger
he's the oddest member of his flock
he's a bong hit arranger
and a changer when the stem gets blocked
and to himself, he's a danger
always diggin' in the ol' stash box
ripped when you see him
you know he feels dim
eyes are fried...red inside
he's a stoner

if you see him comin' your way
you can bet that he's not up to par
thinks its a groove
when he plunks on his ol' guitar
lord, he never leaves that weed alone
he has gone too far
must suck to be him
nothin' can free him
he'll decide...to backslide
he's a stoner

pot was all that he knew
and a garden he began to grow
when more herb was what he needed
it was seeded, so it cost no dough
but there ain't no more left
the plants died underneath his hoe
now when you see him
golly, is he grim
can't imbibe...off his stride
he's a stoner