Jimi

Oh, whoa, let's, like, get my bong
And do up some heavy weed, man
I got some really heavy megsy meg stuff
Stone joints...it's totally lost
It's totally...all the time

Hey, a lot of drugs, go to hell
You ain't got nothing-nothing to say
Why don't you just go away?
You ain't got nothing-nothing to tell
Why don't you just go to hell?
You got nothing-nothing in your head
Odds are coming, you could be dead

Ah, let's get back to my bong
Yeah...aah...it's like...
Woo!