Wacky Tobaccy
Aw, yeah
Uh-huh
What's that smell?
Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall
Shows up on time, she like balls to the wall
She went out to lunch with her high school friends
'Bout three hours later, she came rollin' back in
Well, the boss man really jumped her
Son, he wasn't joking
Everybody in the office knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Now you can two tote her, you can one hit him
Puff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stem
You can bake it in some brownies, smoke it through a bong
Roll up a great big fat one like old Cheech and Chong
Burn it through a hole, in a can of Budweiser
If you can't take the heat, son, vaporizer
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Now do what you do
Oh, yeah
You got your Mexican and Jamaican with those buds of blue
Humboldt County and Hydroponic too
Okeechobee Purple from down in the South
And that old stuff your uncle smokes will give you cotton mouth
Homegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill you
My all-time favorite, Red Hair Sinsemilla
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Aw, let it do what it do
Yeah, it do
Y'all got any Fritos?
Uh-huh
What's that smell?
Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall
Shows up on time, she like balls to the wall
She went out to lunch with her high school friends
'Bout three hours later, she came rollin' back in
Well, the boss man really jumped her
Son, he wasn't joking
Everybody in the office knew Wanda had been smokin'
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Now you can two tote her, you can one hit him
Puff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stem
You can bake it in some brownies, smoke it through a bong
Roll up a great big fat one like old Cheech and Chong
Burn it through a hole, in a can of Budweiser
If you can't take the heat, son, vaporizer
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Now do what you do
Oh, yeah
You got your Mexican and Jamaican with those buds of blue
Humboldt County and Hydroponic too
Okeechobee Purple from down in the South
And that old stuff your uncle smokes will give you cotton mouth
Homegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill you
My all-time favorite, Red Hair Sinsemilla
That old wacky tobaccy
When you feel it creeping up on you
That old wacky tobaccy
Kick back and let it do what it do
Aw, let it do what it do
Yeah, it do
Y'all got any Fritos?
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Writer(s): Toby K. Covel, Scott W. Emerick
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