A young man turned 28
He got some pottery and smoked the next day
It's a black ash in your shot of the day
It's a smoking pardon a minute too late

Isn't it the chronic, don't you think

Chorus:
It's like tripping
On your birthday
It's a free bag
That you already paid
It's some good stuff
That you had to take
Who would've held in those fingers

Mr. D.A.R.E. wannabe
Was afraid to try
He packed his pipe and kissed his bear goodbye
He waited his whole damned life to make that light
When he passed out he thought "well isn't this a trip"

Isn't it the chronic, don't you think

Chorus

Well tripping is a funny way
When you're laughing so hard and on the floor
Well tripping is a funny way
Of having a trip and feeling like you're blowing up into space

It's a traffic jam when you're on your last buzz
It's a no toking sign on that D.A.R.E. bear
It's like 10,000 dancing bears and all you need is Jerry
It's like floating off to space, and seeing some alien life

Isn't it the chronic, don't you think

It's a little of the chronic, yea i really do think