Wacky Tobaccy Lyrics

Ah, yeah
Uh-huh
What's that smell?

Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall
Shows up on time, she like balls to the wall
She went out to lunch with her high school friends
'Bout three hours later, she'd come rollin' back in
Well, the bossman really jumped her
Son, he wasn't jokin'
Everybody in the office
Knew Wanda had been smokin'

That ole wacky tobbacy
When you feel it creepin' up on you
That ole wacky tobbacy
Kick back and let it do what it do

Now, you can two-toke her, you can one-hit him
Puff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stem
You can bake it in some brownies, smoke it through a bong
Roll up a big, fat one like ole Cheech and Chong
Burn it through a hole
In a can of Budweiser If you can't take the heat,
Son, vaporize her

That ole wacky tobbacy
When you feel it creepin' up on you
That ole wacky tobbacy
Kick back and let it do what it do

Now, do what you do

You got your Mexican and Jamaican with those buds of blue
Humboldt County and Hydroponic, too
Okeechobee Purple from down in the South
And that ole stuff your uncle smokes will give you cotton mouth
Homegrown is healthy
Synthetic can kill ya
My all-time favorite
Redhead Sensimilla

That ole wacky tobbacy
When you feel it creepin' up on you
That ole wacky tobbacy
Kick back and let it do what it do

Ah, let it do
What it do
Yeah, it do
Y'all got any Fritos?

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