Wacky Tobaccy

Ah, yeah

Uh huh

What's that smell?

Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall

Shows up on time, she like balls to the wall

She went out to lunch with her high school friends

'Bout three hours later, she come rollin' back in

Well, the boss man really jumped her

Son, he wasn't jokin'

Everybody in the office knew Wanda had been smokin'

That old wacky tobaccy

When you feel it creepin' up on you

That old wacky tobaccy

Kick back, and let it do what it do

Now you can two toke her, you can one hit him

Puff it in a pipe, and you can twist it in a stem

You can bake it in some brownies

Smoke it through a bong

Roll up a great big fat one like old Cheech and Chong

Burn it through a hole in a can of Budweiser

If you can't take the heat, son, vaporize her

That old wacky tobaccy

When you feel it creepin' up on you

That old wacky tobaccy

Kick back, and let it do what it do

Now do what you do

Ah, yeah

You got your Mexican and Jamaican

With those buds of blue

Humboldt County, and hydroponic too

Okeechobee Purple from down in the south

And that old stuff your uncle smokes'll give you cottonmouth

Home grown is healthy, synthetic can kill ya

My all time favorite, red-haired sinsemilla

That old wacky tobaccy

When you feel it creepin' up on you

That old wacky tobaccy

Kick back, and let it do what it do

Now let it do what it do

Yeah, it do

Y'all got any Fritos?