Mary Jane walked in the rain
under her umbrella
Opened up a can of salt
and dried up all the water

We pitch in change
We can't afford but, go ahead and buy it
And sometimes help the other side
When leaders, they do blind us

But listen it's not just the mines
Which lead us into danger
All the answers, written here
But, you need something stranger

Okay here goes, let me explain
Easy answers end no rain
Schoolkids with talent wind up a dropout
High football players take drugs then they cash out

We give more to money to make more of money
The Superbowl rules US.  Is that all there is, honey?
Gangsters rule, violent street killers in suits
You shouldn't be driven when you're on the toot

Those forest trees now they need to be saved
So listen to college, the students, be brave
Anything we can do we need to right now
So listen up baby and don't have a cow

Plant it!  The CAN-O-BUS, some call it hemp
It's cannabis, Hurry and save the planet
So many jobs gained just from making clothes
Food, medicine, and paper with No

Damage to the environment this be our cause
Dependent on oil?  Well, we've got that solved
Just grow hemp and use it, the answer to all
Oh go ahead, light some, and go have a ball

We can not go on with this fighting for oil
WE'RE KILLING OUR PLANET, like Cain, he killed Abel
Don't cut your brother, you mothers of spoil
We can make a change, lead us now, 'cause you're able

Put punk-*ss *** dealers out of control
A nationwide income and even on exports
Come on now get us off oil
It's killing us, choking us, children will boil

Everyone working and happy again
The bad guys, the dealers, now useless my friend
It's easy so do it now, now means today
As easy as feeding a horse, Ed, some hay

Come on off your high horse, stop drilling to ****
The fish in the ocean are dead from the spills
It needs to be outlawed; All men grow a brain
Make oil illegal, we need to be saved

Put out the fire and legalize **** we need
to get the 5.1 million off their duffs
It's not about wanting to grab a free puff
It's jobs and it's fent in doing what is right for mother earth
George Washington could not have been wrong!!!!!!!

From soon all beady my dove and romance
plop buys me a radius of monthly advance
and gives abstract expressionism a chance

we tremble to book so softly their witness
the tiny push bras like nobody's business
collarbone funnybone and studio fitness

how can a lag dinge for a slow digestion
just dreaming low their next suggestion
to be or not so beat, that is the question

walkabout it doesn't make much sense
my verbal byronea about to commence
as two bold eggs sit on a cake and fence

three olding hens sit on the fent and knit
five juvenile retenders rolling out their kit
artly and hostanously thart spliffing in a lit

zuckering freudily Alsberta around the bend
onder mist blontentious wick willet harksend
and befending our liblyhord to the bittery end