Me and my Mary Jane
We hang out a lot
Sometimes down in the pipes
Sometimes in a bong

But our favourite joint
Is this place
Where everything is rolled up tight
And we smoke for hours

You tell me not to hang
With Mary Jane
You say that
Cells are gonna die in my brain

Truth be told
My head is getting pretty crowded
I guess I could sell a few
At a garage sale

And tell me whats wrong
With Mary Jane
Don't you know
She's a real nice girl

You tell me not to hang
With Mary Jane
You say that
Cells are gonna die in my brain

You tell me not to hang
With Mary Jane
You say that
Cells are gonna die in my brain