Back Home My Friend I have often been
Searching both far and near
Hoping day to day some might come my way
But in vain as it's just not here
Now I understand out in Amsterdam
All these smokers they're roaming free
So I left the States and the herb debates
So that for myself I could see
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At the smoking venue I looked at the menu
To see what was on display
I knew quite fast I would have a blast
Just sampling would take all day
So feeling cool I pulled of a stool
For I had money to spare
At a third past four she opened the drawer
To show me all of the wares
A Euro joint is a hashish roll
But they have a way to make it like a cone
Did you know that it saves the soul
When that techno-crap is what sets the tone
Don't be hasty, enjoy the taste
In the absence of stems and seeds
Soon I found that this is the town
And that here they have the best weed
Smokey Dokey and you get so mokey that
You can't remember your name
They had Merry Crystal, and Wonder Gold
Jack Herer and Victory were also sold
White Widow, Bubble Gum and Power P
Northern Lights and New ICC
Caramel and Cashmere, Super Pollen, Red Hair
Orange Blood and Super Skunk
Blackbeard's Bounty even Humboldt County
Of these one toke is enough
They had Santa Maria and Manali Cream
Blue Berry, Purple Mary, Silver Haze
All of these will leave you in a daze
If the red eyeballs you would like to slay
This is cause for the Black Bombay
Buddha's Sister like a mighty twister
Will leave you in disarray
Smokey Dokey and you get so mokey that
You can't remember your name
Hash joint, weed joint or smoking in a bowl
Pack it up high with Acapulco Gold
Or you can use a fancy water pipe
Smoke all day you're gonna get real tight
Up from bed for some Panama Red
It's good for a wake and bake
But if your lungs are choking from all night of smoking
You can eat the space cake (I ate it)
Gazing out from the coffee shops
There were people they smoking right in front of cops
And drinking coffee and writing songs
Take another hit from the fancy bong
Everything a good viper needs
So again the menu you read and read
Take time to play with a girl paid to lay
And then you have more coffee and weed
Smokey Dokey and you get so mokey that
You can't remember your name
Finally the time had come to me
To head on back to my own country
But what would I do if I still had some
There must be a way that I could take it home
The customs people had their eyes on me
But I walked right through with a grin
For I brought back some hash in the crack of my ass
That I could share with my friends
Smokey Dokey and you get so mokey that
You can't remember your name