Stinky the Weedman

Stinky the weedman Was a smoking happy soul With a glass weed pipe and a blocked nose And two eyes made out of red because he is so high weed Stinky the weedman Is a stinky tale they say He was made of weed But the children know How he came to life one day There must have been some magic In that old weed stash they found For when they placed it in his mouth He began to dance around Stinky the weedman Was as high he could be And the children say He could laugh and play Just the same as you and me Stinky the weedman Knew the weed was on sale that day So he said let's smoke And we'll have some fun Now before I melt away Down to the dispensary With a blunt stick in his hand Running here and there all around the square Saying catch me if you can to the cops because weed is illegal He led them down the streets of town Right to the traffic cop And he only paused a moment when He heard him holler stop Stinky the weedman Had to hurry on his way But he waved goodbye Saying don't you cry I'll be back again to smoke some day Smokety smoke smoke Smokety smoke smoke Look at Stinky go Smokety smoke smoke Smokety smoke smoke Over the hills of ganja