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Now the dealer told the stoner man,

"You have to let that cheap pot drop,

The buds down the alley way

Has been shakin' to the top."

The stoner he drove his Cadillac

He went a-cruisin' down the ville

His callgirl was a-standing

On the radiator grille


Da police don't like it!

Rockin the Hash-Mart, Smoke at the Hash-Mart!

Your parents don't like it!

Rockin the Hash-Mart, Smoke at the Hash-Mart!

By order of the Federals

We ban that boogie store

"Degenerates the kids,

With that craazy Hash-Mart sound"

But the Vape Man brought out a electric stick for good sum

The local bud picker got his soil for his green thumb

As soon as the da police had cleared the square

They began to wail


Now, over at the Church

Oh, they really pack 'em in

The in-crowd say it's cool

To dig this chanting thing

But as the wind changed direction

Then the Youth band took five

The crowd caught a whiff

Of that crazy Hash-Mart jive


The Prez called up his drug fighters

He said, "You better earn your pay.

Drop your bombs between the bongs,

Down the Hash-Mart way."

As soon as the Prez was chauffeured outta there

The turncoats tuned to the cockpit radio blare

As soon as he was outta their hair

The ex-coppers wailed


Clinton don't like it, she thinks it's not constitutional!

Snort the at Hash-Mart, Discount at the Hash-Mart!

Christians don't like it, fundamentally can't take it!

Brownies at the Hash-Mart, Hydroponics at the Hash-Mart

God don't like it, you know He really hates it!

Rock the Hash-Mart, Smoke at the Hash-Mart!