V1:
Well the sun comes up,
It just brings me down.
And this mean ole world keeps on spinning round and round.
I’ve been working like a dog, every day from 9 to 5.
And It ought to be against the law, just barely getting by.
Ch:
But it’s Friday again,
And we ain’t got shit to do
We’ll get high as a giraffe up in a tree.
So if I share some with you,
Will you share some with me?
A friend with weed,
Is a friend indeed.
V2:
It’s a gateway drug, to a real good time.
It don’t cost a whole lot, just a nickel or a dime.
Well it comes from the earth just like maters’ on the vine.
Homegrown or hydroponic, either one will get you high.
Ch:
Last Tag:
We would write another verse,
But we’d forget all of the words.
Cause a friend with weed,
Is a friend indeed.