It’s all cousin Patrick’s fault,

He twisted my arm & made me do it,

All the way from California to New Jersey,

Oh man, are my eyes already going blursy…

Toking a second hit,

Man but this new stuff is primo shit,

Wish I still drank, I’d like to wash it down,

With maybe just a pony bottle of beer,

Yes, oh yes, right about now that would feel most dear…

So if you are sucking back a cold one,

Please do one for me my friend,

And I will for you toke a few more hits,

Hoping someday that my body does not go into from smoking this, fits……..J