Friday, July 07, 2006

 

Poot's Palace

I always heard that his herb was top shelf
I just could not wait to find out for myself
Don't knock it til' you tried it, Well I tried it my friend
And I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I learned a hard lesson in a small Carolina town
He fired up a fat boy and passed him around
The last words that I spoke before they tucked me in
Was I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
I hopped on his big truck, the Blue Avalanche
The party was Wha's House, it was after work.
Alone in the driveway with just me and him,
With one parting puff grim creeper set in.
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
Now we're passing the guitar and telling good jokes
I know ones a-comin' cause I'm smelling smoke
No I do not partake, I just let it pass by
With a smile on my face and a great contact high
I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
My parties all over before it begins
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Rimmy again
In the fetal position with drool on my chin
I messed up and smoked weed with Rimmy again

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