In honor of Pot Day:

[captainsblog]

Posted at exactly 4:20 California time. The scary thing is how few of these lyrics I actually had to change:

11 a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta pig out, gotta go to the kitchen
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have my Cheetos
Seein’ everything, the dreams are goin’
Psychadelic shapes, everybody's buzzin'
Gotta get down to the head shop
Gotta catch my tree, I see my source (my source)

Draggin' on a big blunt
Hittin' on a big bong
Gotta make my mind up
Which one can I take?

It’s Pot Day, Pot Day
Gotta get high on Pot Day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the chronic, chronic
Pot Day, Pot Day
Gettin’ down on Pot Day
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the chronic

Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Partyin’, partyin’ (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin’ forward to the chronic

4:20 now, we're already high, yay
Flyin’ so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Take another joint hit
Take another bong hit
Gotta make my mind up
Which one can I take?

[Chorus]

 

Comments

[audacian.livejournal.com]

I'd listen to that version.