I could while away the hours,

watching Austin Powers,

Or Thomas the talking Train.

And Cheetos I’d be munching,

Peanut Butter – Cap’n Crunching,

if I only had that brain.

I’d eat cans of ravioli,

and be like Jeff Spicoli,

or Shaggy’s smart Great Dane.

If I packed some in my bong,

I could be like Cheech & Chong.

If I only had that brain.

Oh I, can feel while high,

my finger nails grow.

I can’t scratch inside my ear with my elbow.

So then I’d sit down, and smoke some more.

I don’t want to just smoke bud.

Formaldehyde my blood,

and I will feel no pain.

I’d be talking to the sky,

and I am sure that I could fly,

if I only had that brain.

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Yaboo Detroit Michigan