Gimme a ride in that hippie bus,
Gimme a ride, don’t make a fuss,
To San Francisco all the way we cuss,
Not enough weed or drugs we discuss…
Leave that redneck at the side of the road,
Look at them zits, he looks like a toad,
Oh what the hell, maybe transform him we can,
God he stinks, let me sit near the fan…
Tokin’ on that favorite big one,
Gettin’ laid by my favorite big hun,
Parked on the side of the road till rises the sun,
Oh shit it’s a cop, hide the grass, tell him we were just worshipping the son…J
© ed ~ 10/21/06
Contro mate contro LOL
Ch'erie
Susan
Good laugh. I like the bus. Well done.
Brilliant fast thinking that....lol!!
Love Tinka
Flower Love,
CJ