Smoke The Happy Grass - Hayai Sake, Banana Katana & Nikibi

Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I don't need your howling moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright (America is defied) (It devours its few) Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue "Stop playing around, man" Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright

You got a lot on your plate and it's too much to handle One thing or another both ends of the candle With a wife and three kids and one on the way Lately it seems there's just ain't enough time in the day It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Life moves too fast to beg, steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow It's the last thing on your mind but it's the first thing I see Every time I drive by I wonder just how long it'll be I know you ain't got time to be working for nothing And you got mouths to feed But when you walk out in the morning Just look and you'll see what I mean It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Life moves too fast to beg steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow I believe what you sow in the spring you will reap in the fall Bad luck on a string don't mean nothing at all What goes up don't always come right back down Sometimes people leave and never come back around One thing I know is hard work always shows And the one way to get there is to always be going If you ain't got friends you don't get Christmas cards And a good place to start's your front yard It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Man, life moves too fast to beg steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow Yeah, whatever you do today is gonna be done tomorrow