Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall Shows up on time, she's like balls to wall She went out to lunch With her High School Friends 'Bout three hours later She came rollin' back in Well, the boss man really jumped her Son he wasn't joking Everybody in the office Knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old Wacky Tobaccy When you feeling it creeping up on you That old Wacky Tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do
Know you can two tote 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 ol' Cheech and Chong Burn it through a hole In a can of Budweiser If you can't take the heat son vaporizer
That old Wacky Tobaccy When you feeling it creeping up on you That old Wacky Tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do
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 ol' stuff your uncle smokes 'ill give you cotton mouth Homegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill ya My old time favorite is redhead sensimilla
That old Wacky Tobaccy When you feeling it creeping up on you That old Wacky Tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do
Compositores: Emerick W Scott (Emerick Scott W) (BMI), Toby K Covel (Toby Keith) (BMI)Editores: Florida Room Music (BMI), Tokeco Tunes (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #20366279 em 09/Abr/2024