The Devil went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell some weed
He was doin' fine, they were standing in line
It was excellent weed indeed.
When he came across a young man who was likewise peddling pot
And the devil slid down the beach and said "Boy let me tell you what,
I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course.
And after all this time, I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts.
Now your stuff smells ok, but this can tranquilize a horse
I bet a million in cash against your stash that mines better then yours."
The boy said my names Johnny and you ain't smoked nothing yet.
One hit of this grass'll kick your ass, you got yourself a bet."
Johnny role a ball of hash and make sure it's the bomb
Cause the devils got the kinda stuff they smoke in vietnam
You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope.
But if you can't the devil gets your dope.
The devil packed a bong with a little Acapulco Gold
And resin flew from his fingertips as he fired up his bowl.
He filled that chamber all the way and he took a mighty hit.
And as they passed it back and forth it gave them both a coughing fit
When the bowl was finished Johnny said "Hey man, that stuff was great!"
But fill your lungs with some of this and prepare to vegetate
Cannibas sativa sweet mary jane
The devil's in the back yard frying his brain
Zig zag filled with a diggidy dank
Hold on tight it'll hit you like a tank
The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned
Johnny said devil just come on back if you ever want to catch a buzz
I done told you once you son of a bitch mine's the best there ever was
And they fired up doobies one by one
Ain't gonna stop till the bags done
Green as a bull frog sticky as glue
Granny do you get high yes I do.