Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie
Got no things to do but sit and chew, and Im feeling groovy
All right, chill out, switch off the telephone
Come on, cut out, dont you see Im stoned
Prove me, honey, give me an argument
That the weed Im smoking aint no heaven sent
Peeling a potato in the kitchen, gotta say that its the last one
Smiling at the neighbours that are knocking on my door
And saying what fun
All right, chill out, switch off the telephone
Come on, cut out, dont you see Im stoned
Prove me, honey, give me an argument
That the weed Im smoking aint no heaven sent
Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie
Got no things to do but sit and chew, and Im feeling groovy
They say Im gonna end up in a funny farm
Although I think that kind of place does have its charm
Youd better roll a joint and feel its getting, getting warm
All right, chill out, switch off the telephone
Come on, cut out, dont you see Im stoned
Prove me, honey, give me an argument
That the weed Im smoking aint no heaven sent
