Too Stoned

I hit round Stu's on Ryeland Crescent for some blow

The room is full but Stu's the only one I know

The smoker's rules require I stay around

At least for just one spliff

But then the bong it makes a round and soon I'm on my piff

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

Bloodshot eyes make contact briefly through the smoke

He smiles at me as though secretly I'm a joke

And then I realize that everyone is laughing at me now

But I just can't trust anyone, you know I need to leave somehow

Yeah, cause I'm a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

"Stu, your mate, alright over there?

Looking a little bit green."

"Nah, he's alright mate, he's just doing a whitey."

I want to leave but don't remember how I came

My legs declare their independence now from my brain

And as I hide behind my eyelids, conversing on my own

Stranger's stares bore into me, and so I pack another cone

And get myself just a little more too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

This temporary madness has taken hold of me, yeah

I guess I should be glad this will leave eventually

Some people they have to deal with this shit seven days a week, yeah

But luckily that's not the case with me

Because I'm just a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned

I get a little bit too stoned

I get a little bit too stoned, stoned