Some hippies sing songs of biting political protest,
How the government sucks, so don"t trust anything that they say,
But I"ll sing a song of a dude that I met up in Frisco
Who tested the deepest of lungs all over the Bay.
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It was Hippie Jack"s unsmokable hash.
One mighty puff knocks you flat on your ash.
It was Hippie Jack"s unsmokable hash.
My roommate once tried a bowlfull of Jack"s oily black stuff.
He seemed all right. He stopped moving, but that was okay.
Seven days later, he still hadn"t shifted position,
But he"d managed to eat all the food in the house anyway.
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This stuff is as black as the soul of Richard M. Nixon,
As dense as the fruitcake you got last year from Aunt May,
As potent as a man who mistook his v***** for chicklets.
Of Jack"s, the worldliest toker will most surely say,
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I hung with a dude who had lungs like the Carlsbad Caverns.
One half a lump put that toker right down on his rear.
We watched every bone in his skeleton turn into jelly,
And whatever gray matter he had ran out of his ears.
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I walked through a room filled with smoke from Jack"s distillation.
I didn"t inhale, so I thought that I was okay.
I awoke with a vision of making this country much cooler,
And that"s how I got to be President of the U.S. of A.
(Chorus)
How the government sucks, so don"t trust anything that they say,
But I"ll sing a song of a dude that I met up in Frisco
Who tested the deepest of lungs all over the Bay.
(Chorus)
It was Hippie Jack"s unsmokable hash.
One mighty puff knocks you flat on your ash.
It was Hippie Jack"s unsmokable hash.
My roommate once tried a bowlfull of Jack"s oily black stuff.
He seemed all right. He stopped moving, but that was okay.
Seven days later, he still hadn"t shifted position,
But he"d managed to eat all the food in the house anyway.
(Chorus)
This stuff is as black as the soul of Richard M. Nixon,
As dense as the fruitcake you got last year from Aunt May,
As potent as a man who mistook his v***** for chicklets.
Of Jack"s, the worldliest toker will most surely say,
(Chorus)
I hung with a dude who had lungs like the Carlsbad Caverns.
One half a lump put that toker right down on his rear.
We watched every bone in his skeleton turn into jelly,
And whatever gray matter he had ran out of his ears.
(Chorus)
I walked through a room filled with smoke from Jack"s distillation.
I didn"t inhale, so I thought that I was okay.
I awoke with a vision of making this country much cooler,
And that"s how I got to be President of the U.S. of A.
(Chorus)