All things green and smokable,
all joints both great and small,
all Joints rolled and tokable,
the drug god made them all.

Each little flower with opioids,
each little 'shroom that brings,
all those glowing colours,
and the monkies that have wings.

The bootlegger up the mountain,
the speed freak running by,
And cocaine in the morning,
that brightens up the sky.

Cold medicine in winter,
and a little summer sun,
Means PCP in the garden,
God made them every one.

The tall 'erb trees from Jamaica
the Poppies of Asian lands,
the Cocaine of south America,
All made by God's own hands.

All things green and smokable,
all joints both great and small,
all Joints rolled and tokable,
the drug god made them all.