| Welcome my son to your very first day
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| So proud to be the one who brought you this way
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| I love you with all my heart
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| And my love is here to stay
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| But I can’t help worrying will you eventually smoke weed?
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| Soon enough you’ll be walking
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| You and me hand in hand
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| The silly words you’ll be talkin'
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| Only daddy can understand
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| We’ll go out making snowmen
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| Building castles in the sand
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| And all the time I’m thinking, will this kid end up smoking' weed?
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| But time keeps on going
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| And you keep on growin'
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| You’re now six years old
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| You’re getting so good at your spellin'
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| But my mind is always dwellin'
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| On the fact that you could be the kind of guy
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| Who grows up and needs to smoke weed on the couch
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| All the time
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| All the time
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| So answer me this while you’re lying in your little bed
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| Why must you insist on bein' such a fuckin' pothead?
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| There’s other things in life
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| That can make you feel good
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| But you just keep on smoking' your herb
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| You can’t get enough of your precious, precious reefer
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| Where you getting all this money
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| To buy so much Hawaiian dope? |