When you're stoned, baby And I am drunk And we make love It seems a little desolate It's hard sometimes not to look away And think what's the point When
stoned on her love (Stoned, stoned, stoned on her love) Ooh, ooh, ooh Stoned, stoned, stoned on her love She's my heart and soul addiction (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm staying stoned
Mamma married a big asshole Whiskey bottles on the floor He just keeps on watchin' TV Stepchild tired of being poor Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
Baby, gotta quit your cryin' About your lyin' to your old man Because I know, you know and he knows I'm your Cherry Poppin' Daddy man I wanna give ya
Shake your lovemaker Hold dee door for ol' hi dee ho Step to da rhthym on da ballroom floor Tip down your glasses and give 'em a wink To all the flappers
No pennies from heaven, no pennies in my hand Think your drinkin' wine, dad, it's blood of the lamb That's no way to treat your son, now is it Abraham
Eight ball in the pocket with a voodoo moan You can't trust him 'cause he's never alone Then he'll start talkin' chicken shit And grab your fuzzy dice
could make me You got me goin' (Stoned out of my mind) You got me goin', hey, hey (Stoned out of my mind) You got me goin' (Stoned out of my mind)
girls that fade and leave me, stoned I carved my name in those old places And old times and older faces, stoned I'm stoned, I'm stoned Stoned, stoned
jones Where did you get that face? Stoned in the temple I'm gonna fix Stoned in the blue room I'm gonna fix Stoned in the darkness I'm gonna fix Stoned
Everybody seems like they're so stoned today Seems we just don't realize where we're going And it's sad for me to say Everybody's stoned but the feelin
was rollin' stoned, yeah Damn good to be alive Wonder how I ever managed to survive Rockin' all over the night, I was rollin' stoned Stoned, stoned, stoned
Kermet and Big Bird Stoned Lyrics Artist(Band):Adam Sandler (Print the Lyrics) Kermet and Big Bird Stoned Lyrics Kermet tell me how to get, how to get
, three is a number *chuckle* Big Bird: Exactly, the number three, which is how many joints I've smoked today. Kermit....Are you with me? Kermit: God, I'm stoned
'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned Snap your fingers, snap you neck I'd rather be stoned Snap your fingers, snap you neck I'd rather be stoned
I swear sometimes your taking me for granted And I swear sometimes that you're a whore And I swear but I know there ain't no reason 'Cuz everything is
This is the true story about Mackin Check it, times are changin' Talk about it, more so each year But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah So
It's a Detroit thing, everybody It's a Detroit thing, tell your body It's a Detroit thing, gonna show you right It's a Detroit thing, yeah, yeah I'm '