G Am C G
G Am
All my friends are stoners
C G
Lighting up all of the time
G Am
Everybody has a mason jar
C G
Can you guess what i put in mine?
G Am
We all go to Jamaica
C G
Once or twice a year
G Am
To smoke big blunts with the Rasta man
C G
And drink ice cold Red Stripe Beer
[and so on]
All my friends are stoners
We sit around and get fried
We're asking the president to legalize it
So the whole wide world can get high
All of my friends are stoners
'til the day we die
When it comes to Marijuana, we're the kings
of the who, what, where, and why
All of my friends' parents are stoners
Lawyers, teachers, bankers, and brokers
They all have ADD
So they roll up great big jokers
All my friends are stoners
We sit around and get fried
We're asking the president to legalize it
So the whole wide world can get high
All of my friends in Hollywood
Are laughing up at the sky
My friends in Indiana
Are in the cornfields getting high
We put it in our tea, we put it in our cake
We roll it up nice so we can get baked
We just can't seem to get our fill
Wasting away in Marijuana-ville
All my friends are stoners
We sit around and get fried
We're asking the president to legalize it
So the whole wide world can get high
Yes, All my friends are stoners
We sit around and get fried
We're asking the president to legalize it
So the whole wide world can get high
All my friends are stoners
Lighting up all of the time
Everybody has a mason jar
Can you guess what i put in mine?
