Puff up your world

Look at my life, isn't it great?
What is there that anyone could hate?
Wouldn't you say I'm the guy, the guy who has everything?
Check out this pipe, isn't it dee?
It hits so good, it'll put you to sleep
Looking round here you'd think
Sure, he's got everything!
I've got video games and friends aplenty
I've got hookas and one hitters galor
You want gravity bongs? I got twenty!
But who cares, no big deal, I'll smoke more.

I'm ready to smoke what the hippy smoke
Take a hit, hold it in, enjoy the flavor
Standin on my own, what's the word? Oh yeah, feet!

Flicking your bic you don't get too far
Flames are required for smoking, toking
Floating down that, what's the word? Mind trip!

Up where they puff, up where they pass
Up where thy smoke ounces of that sweet grass
This shit ain't for free, it ain't midi's
But give it a whirl!

What would I give, if I could fill this bong with water?
What would I pay, to spend a day with Mary Jane?
Bet in Amsterdam, they'd understand
Bet they don't apprehend their smokers
Proper smokers, not light weight jokers
Sober to stand!

I'm ready to go where the people go
Avoid eye contact and keep my head low
I'm getting tired, could we please, just go?

When's it my turn? After my wife? To take a big hit
Off that hash pipe?
Let's wait and see, your hit or me, on that Kaybee.