[Over-Head]

Here's one we do towards the end of the third set when we play 1 certain club here on the island:

(Sung to Jimmy Buffett "Margaretville" )

Rollin' my homegrown,
Smokin a big bone;
Look at that ganga covered with oil.
Usin' my tweezers,
Got pot in the freezer;
Made a new pipe out of aluminum foil.

Chorus:
Wasted away again in Marijuanaville,
Searchin for my roach clip on a rope...on rope, on a rope, on a rope.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, that it's all this damn dope.

Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
Maybe that Thai stick was a way bit too strong.
But I got a real beauty,
A Columbian dubee
And soon I'll high and on my way along

Repeat Chorus

I blew out my bong pipe,
Ran out of Budlight;
But I found a stash I had hidden at home.
Put it into a blender,
And soon it will render
Those little fudge brownies that help me get stoned.

Repeat Chorus

Yes and, some claim I sound like Dylan when I'm stoned
But I know, that it's all this damn dope.