Met a girl last summer
She was a vir, a virgin girl
Talked a while on the corner
She was high, she was really bye, bye
Had a sandy dress, unshaven legs
But a beauty you could not face
And who am I to say that a beauty goes away
When she smokes the sensi day after day
My integrity does not agree
She calls me in the morning
And says let's go to the ???
??????????????? and if you keep the girl
At least don't eat her keys
She packs the pipe as much as she can fill
She boxes it up, she smokes it up
And says that's good shit
About this time I start feeling just right
I'm trying to drive with the contact high
So pump pump pump pump pump pump
Pump pump pump pump my brakes
A style in the make of my in-take
So what's it do for ya
What's it prove for ya
All that she could up with is this
What'cha got against
Why you on defense
Let me tell you something about him
It's the healing of the nation
The food of the gods
The product of your mother
Of the know you got me wrong
So roll it up, roll it up
Stick it in a bomb
Even make a Jamaican man sing a happy song
And I don't know what it means
When they say go long, go long
But I own every record by "Cheech and Chong"
It makes me feel so sexy when I'm lying in your arms
All natural, no need to be alarmed
When they legalize this shit
I think about your farm

Writer : CAMP, GREG / HARWELL, STEVEN / SIMPSON, MIKE / KING, JOHN / JOHNSON, CALVIN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.