G Am C G G Am All my friends are stoners C G Lighting up all of the time G Am Everybody has a mason jar C G Can you guess what i put in mine? G Am We all go to Jamaica C G Once or twice a year G Am To smoke big blunts with the Rasta man C G And drink ice cold Red Stripe Beer [and so on] All my friends are stoners We sit around and get fried We're asking the president to legalize it So the whole wide world can get high All of my friends are stoners 'til the day we die When it comes to Marijuana, we're the kings of the who, what, where, and why All of my friends' parents are stoners Lawyers, teachers, bankers, and brokers They all have ADD So they roll up great big jokers All my friends are stoners We sit around and get fried We're asking the president to legalize it So the whole wide world can get high All of my friends in Hollywood Are laughing up at the sky My friends in Indiana Are in the cornfields getting high We put it in our tea, we put it in our cake We roll it up nice so we can get baked We just can't seem to get our fill Wasting away in Marijuana-ville All my friends are stoners We sit around and get fried We're asking the president to legalize it So the whole wide world can get high Yes, All my friends are stoners We sit around and get fried We're asking the president to legalize it So the whole wide world can get high All my friends are stoners Lighting up all of the time Everybody has a mason jar Can you guess what i put in mine?
