Words & music Copyright © 1997 Dillywagon publishing (BMI) All Rights Reserved.

Now I don’t smoke no more,
but I do get higher
than any other brother,
cause I put it in the fryin’ pan

Man, didn’t you know I do it when I can
a fat happy sack & a hybachi in my hand!

The decision that I made
was not a hard one to make
’Cause of singing like shit
after every chronic break

Now it doesn’t hurt my throat
& I don’t even have to choke
I just swallow it down
under a thick honey coat.
And in only about 1 hour,
my buzz it begins to flower
and I really must emphasize
that it has more power than a bong hit,

Oh now I’m really gonna catch some shit
from those of y’all who
consistently think I’m full of it

I didn’t know it was the way but
now I fry it up fat like everyday!

And now you know we break
shit like everyday, puttin’ them Pop-Tarts
in my pocket like the old school days, now the brunt of the jokes on me,
snack food cravings always ain’t for free,
now maybe that’s why inside my mind I consciously think of a better way that
I can spend this time

When the Oregon Trooper & the Utah Marshall wipe the grin off your face and they put their hands in your pocket.