Stoned

Well, I must have been stoned when this whole thing started

'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore

Can't figure out where I'm at

Maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico

I think you're swell, but I ain't gonna tell you so

I think you're great, but it's late and I'd better go

Hitchhike to Rhome

Take a Greyhound to Fredericksburg

Well I'm flat-out broke, I've been smoking butts for days

You say, "Maybe you can stay with me"

I say, "Lady, that's a dangerous plan"

You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man

You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand

Take a letter to God

"Dear Sir, I'm dissatisfied

Well it ain't Your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart"

All's I need is a brief reprieve

I keep leaving, I ain't gettin' nowhere

Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?

Won't you stay? I can play like I don't care

I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear

I think you're fly, and that's why I'm getting out of here

Well, I must have been stoned

Well, I must have been stoned

Well, I must have been stoned

Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned