There is a tree-with branches of weed
That does make me-feel so happy
Lifts me up and puts me on cloud 9
Of course roll another blunt, that sac is mine
Come one Come all-put a smile on your face
Sit back, relax - enjoy the slowest pace
Some will stay completely silent-not saying a word
Others will giggle uncontrollably-if you just say turd
But through this time while you are laughing to tears at absolutlely nothing
It hits you as if physically struck-you now have the Munchies