in the morning when the sun first glows, while you’re still sleeping and the rooster crows, i dont make coffee on the stove, no i smoke a bowl and blow my load, yes i smoke a bolw and blow my load
im just a slob with out a job so i smoke pot and i polish my nob. im so listless my ambitions been robbed, by smoking bowls and blowing loads, yes a smoke a bowl and blow my load.
my wrists are twisted, i got hairy poems, and i hit the bong until my mind is gone, but im so sure it wont be long till the whole damn world is singing this song
about smokin bowls and blowin load, yes a smoke a bowl and blow my load
i wake and bake and then i masturbate
and i spend my day in a comatose state
but hey its great, there are worse fates, then smoking bowls and blowin loads, yes i’ll smoke a bowl and blow my load
hey, i know you think this is just funny and all, but think about it, no joke, if every head of every warmongering nation, every military industrial company ceo, every greedy banker, every psychotic religious fundamentalist, every insane workaholic violent psychotic average coffee addicted beer guzzling normal person, every president of every country or corporation, would just wake up, smoke a bowl and blow their load, the world would be a much better place.
and so . . .
some want god and some want gold and some want women but they just get old, so as long as i’m living let the truth be told
i’ll smoke a bowl and blow my load, yes i’ll smoke a bowl and blow my looooooaaaaaaaddd!