Drift away on a puffy cloud. Go away on a puffy cloud. My brain is dead from too much pot. 'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot. . Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud.
Drift away on a puffy cloud. Go away on a puffy cloud. My brain is dead from too much pot. 'Cause Gene, Dean and I smoke too much pot. . Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud.
There's a sweater wearin', coat totin'. Boot footin', good lookin' man on town. There's a smooth talkin', funny walkin' dude around. . There's a pretty girl and she sees him walkin'.
Powder blue, powder blue. What can you do? She's powder blue. Powder blue, powder blue. What can you do? She's powder blue. . I'll be true, my powder blue.
When you've had your fun, and your work is done. You must not succumb. I can feel you breathe, it's like a mega-weedge inside. Please don't hide. . So mom, if you please, pass me the pork roll egg and cheese.
Did you ever see a whale with a polka dot tail. Did you ever seen a man with eight fingers on his hand. Did you have to dry your eye when you saw that puppy fly.
My dinner's on fire while she watches TV. And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me. She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes. Yells at my buddies and insults my folks.
Pandy Fackler was a working girl. Living alone in another world. Of picket fences and a white fade. Sucking dicks under the Promenade. . She was almost in a coma.