The Devil went to Jamaica
He was lookin' to sell some weed
He was doin' fine
They were standin' in line
It was excellent weed indeed
When he came across this young man
Who was likewise peddlin' pot
And the Devil slid
Down the beach to the kid
And said, "Boy, lemme tell you what.
"I guess you kinda figured
I'm a reeferhead, of course
And after all that time
I guess that I'm
A connoisseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells OK
But this could tranquilize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash
Against your stash
'Cause I think mine's better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny
And you ain't smoked nothin' yet.
One hit o' this grass'll
Kick your ass
You got yourself a bet!"
Johnny, roll a ball of hash
And make sure it's the bomb
'Cause the Devil's got
The kind of stuff
They smoked in Vietnam
And you'll get a million smackeroos
In cash if you can cope
But if you can't,
The Devil gets your dope
The Devil packed a bong with
A little Acapulco Gold
And resin flew from
His fingertips as
He fired up his bowl
He filled that chamber all the way
And he took a mighty hit
And as they passed it
Back and forth
It gave 'em both a coughing fit
When the bowl was finished,
Johnny said, "Hey man
That stuff was great!
But fill your lungs
With some o' this and
Prepare to vegetate!"
Cannabis sativa, sweet mary jane
The Devil's in the backyard fryin' his brain
Zig-Zag filled with the diggity dank
Hold on tight, it'll hit you like a tank
The Devil nodded off because
He knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he
Could buy an ounce
Of the stuff that Johnny owned
Johnny said, "Devil,
Just come on back if you ever
Wanna catch a buzz
I done told you once, you sunnuvabitch,
Mine's the best there ever was!"
And they
Fired up doobies one by one
Ain't a-gonna stop 'til the bag is done
Green as a bullfrog, sticky as glue
Granny do you get high; yes I do