And tonight

there’s gonna be a fight

In the dark

not the light

We’ll meet in the park

And as we wait

We’ll toke it up

And if you’re late

You won’t get a hit

So I suggest

You bring your own weed

And if a pipe’s all you need

I can supply it

But don’t think you’re getting a free hit

And this morning

The cops came to my house

and gave me a warning

“Keep the music down!”

And then knocked me down

So I shot them and said

“You forgot to bring your own weed, man!”

And I sat there

smoking a bowl

or two or three

And then I was there

In that deep dark hole

filled with poo and pee

It looked to me

like I ran out of weed!