| Well, when I got home from work last night
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| I headed straight for my stash
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| 'Cause I wanted some of my private blend
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| Which is two parts grass to one part hash
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| Well, when I got to my little secret hiding place
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| And I checked out my little plastic bag
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| Well, there wasn’t a speck of that nice leaf left
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| And I felt my whole spirit sag
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| There’s nothing but twigs and seeds
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| Twigs and seeds
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| And they sure don’t deliver the punch
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| That this ole head needs
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| So I phoned up my old connection and I said
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| «Look, Richard, this is an emergency, man
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| Look, I have just discovered that I am
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| Fresh out of that herb that’s so dear to me
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| You know what I mean man?»
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| He said, Look, Jesse, I’d like to help you, man"
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| Said, «I'm in business to supply you with the
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| weed, you know
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| But the man just busted a whole huge shipment
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| of mine
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| And now everyone in town’s smokin'
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| twigs and seeds"(that's right)
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| There’s nothing but twigs and seeds
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| Twigs and seeds
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| And they sure don’t deliver the punch
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| That this old head needs
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| So you have morning glory seeds and nutmeg
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| And LSD and model airplane glue
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| And peyote buttons an' Methedrine, Benzedrine,
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| Hexedrine
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| Someone said banana peels would do
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| Let us say the use of these various hallucinogrens
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| Was somehow no longer a legal misdeed
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| Well, man, I still think there ought to be some
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| sort of law
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| About possession of nothin' but twigs and seeds
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| There’s nothing but twigs and seeds
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| Twigs and seeds
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| And they sure don’t deliver the punch
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| That this old head needs |