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Well, I smoked this thing one night out as a bet |
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And they told me it was kinda like a funky cigarette |
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And I can still remember my first draw |
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And all those funny things I saw |
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When I smoked my first funky cigarette |
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Well, I opened up my best friends biscuit tin |
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And there's no rich teas or custard creams |
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Just cigarettes and skins |
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And then he handed me a bag of green |
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The biggest bag I've ever seen |
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And I rolled my first funky cigarette |
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And since that day I seldom have declined |
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And I maintain this love affair |
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With these green herbs of mine |
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You can keep your pills and trips and lines |
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Expensive beers and fancy wines |
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'Cause I just want a funky cigarette |
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And nowadays it's harder to disguise |
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That wondering old sedated look |
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That glares across my eyes |
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Well, if you're like me I'm sure you'll find |
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That you don't really seem to mind |
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'Cause you just had a funky cigarette |
