Mary Jane (To the tune of Penny Lane by The Beatles)
HektiKKilleR
Semo-Regulars
On Marry Jane there is a stoner eating Doritos
and enjoying every little pleasure of bein stoned
And all the people that come and go
Stop and smoke with him
On the corner is a dealer with a dimebag
The police and politicians have it out for him
And the stoner always smokes a blunt
In the pouring rain...
Very strange
Maryy Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile snack
In Mary Jane there is a wonderful chemical THC
And in his pocket is a nickle of the Kush.
He likes to keep his new mirror clean
'Cause he needs a Bean
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
Doritos and Mountain Dew
In summer, meanwhile I snack
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty girl is selling body for a crack rock
And though she feels as if she's out of view
She is plain as day
On Mary Jane the stoner smokes another joint
We see the dealer sitting waiting for him
Then the THC rushes in
From the Purple Haze...
Very strange
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile snack
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies...
Mary Jane.
and enjoying every little pleasure of bein stoned
And all the people that come and go
Stop and smoke with him
On the corner is a dealer with a dimebag
The police and politicians have it out for him
And the stoner always smokes a blunt
In the pouring rain...
Very strange
Maryy Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile snack
In Mary Jane there is a wonderful chemical THC
And in his pocket is a nickle of the Kush.
He likes to keep his new mirror clean
'Cause he needs a Bean
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
Doritos and Mountain Dew
In summer, meanwhile I snack
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout
A pretty girl is selling body for a crack rock
And though she feels as if she's out of view
She is plain as day
On Mary Jane the stoner smokes another joint
We see the dealer sitting waiting for him
Then the THC rushes in
From the Purple Haze...
Very strange
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile snack
Mary Jane is in my lungs and in my bowl
There beneath the blue suburban skies...
Mary Jane.
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