What herb is this, when I
light up,
Can smurf me such a good feeling?
A flower with a great potent scent
That smurfs my mind a-reeling.
Green leaves, they smurf me
high.
They smurf so good, they can make
me fly.
Smurf them up in paper sleeves,
Then smurf a puff on the green
leaves.
It smurfs the world so
rainbow bright,
And smurfs me hallucinations.
I do not care for all that, only
That it smurfs me jubilation.
Green leaves is my delight;
I like to smurf them day and
night.
Smurf them up in paper sleeves,
Then smurf a puff on the green
leaves.
So smurf as many as you can
get,
Then smurf them all with your
buddies.
They'll take a smurf of that magic
cloud,
Then think that everything is
funny.
Green leaves is my desire,
Smurf so great near an evening
fire.
Smurf them up in paper sleeves,
Then smurf a puff on the green
leaves.
