Well it’s christmas time again
I’ve been calling all my friends
Well there ain’t no weed to buy
So I won’t be getting high

Then I called my old friend Mike
And he asked me what I like
I’d like to find some christmas pot
I enjoy smokin a lot
And this town still running dry

Christmas without weed
Like a forest without trees
Like a song without an end
A rider with no pants
Won’t someone help me please

Now the snowflakes start to fall
I still can’t find no weed at all
Not a nickle or a dime
I’m running low on time
And I’m starting to withdraw

Santa won’t you bring to me
A big old sack of weed
I’ll be good next year I swear
I’m pulling out my hair
I’m even on my knees

Christmas without weed
Doesn’t sound much fun to me
A truck stuck in the mud
Won’t someone help me please

I’m pulling out my hair
Santa don’t you care
Oh please send some pot to me

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