Iron Lung
I wanna tell y'all a story
'Bout a man they called the Iron Lung
A hippie with lungs so god damn powerful
He could clear out a twenty-foot bong
Cor centuries and centuries, time has been standing still
He's got no more room left to try, his lungs begin to fill
His eyes begin to quiver, he's buzzing to the bone
When he finally starts to exhale, he says he's not that stoned
Many men will tell you, there's a limit you should take
About how much you should inhale as not to overbake
But this boy knows no limits, he lifts that mighty bong
He filled that god damn chamber up and they called him Iron Lung
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
He'd bake a batch of magic brownies, swallowing each whole
And when the pan was empty, he'd be jonesing for a bowl
He won't back down, he'll smoke that shit, he'll take those hits in stride
His motto's always been buy the ticket, take the ride
Bubblers, bongs, and pipes galore, he's smoked the whole world 'round
If you tried half the drugs he did, you'd end up in the ground
He's smoked with Hindu yogis, beatniks, and the pope
He went to Tommy Chong's house and smoked up all his dope
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
One stormy day in Colorado, Iron Lung sat down
With a friend of his from Woodstock by the name of Funk E. Brown
An ancient bong was then produced, of glass all red and black
He called it El Diablo and a fat bowl he did pack
The lighter flame did quiver, as Iron Lung cornered the bowl
His vision swam, the tears began, he could feel it in his soul
For the first time in his life, he coughed and he almost dropped the bong
But he filled that god damn chamber up and they called him Iron Lung
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
'Bout a man they called the Iron Lung
A hippie with lungs so god damn powerful
He could clear out a twenty-foot bong
Cor centuries and centuries, time has been standing still
He's got no more room left to try, his lungs begin to fill
His eyes begin to quiver, he's buzzing to the bone
When he finally starts to exhale, he says he's not that stoned
Many men will tell you, there's a limit you should take
About how much you should inhale as not to overbake
But this boy knows no limits, he lifts that mighty bong
He filled that god damn chamber up and they called him Iron Lung
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
He'd bake a batch of magic brownies, swallowing each whole
And when the pan was empty, he'd be jonesing for a bowl
He won't back down, he'll smoke that shit, he'll take those hits in stride
His motto's always been buy the ticket, take the ride
Bubblers, bongs, and pipes galore, he's smoked the whole world 'round
If you tried half the drugs he did, you'd end up in the ground
He's smoked with Hindu yogis, beatniks, and the pope
He went to Tommy Chong's house and smoked up all his dope
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
One stormy day in Colorado, Iron Lung sat down
With a friend of his from Woodstock by the name of Funk E. Brown
An ancient bong was then produced, of glass all red and black
He called it El Diablo and a fat bowl he did pack
The lighter flame did quiver, as Iron Lung cornered the bowl
His vision swam, the tears began, he could feel it in his soul
For the first time in his life, he coughed and he almost dropped the bong
But he filled that god damn chamber up and they called him Iron Lung
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
The Iron Lung
Never let a cough slip past his tongue
The Iron Lung, The Iron Lung
Never met his match, The Iron Lung
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Writer(s): Mister Blank
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