Lincoln Roth:
Twas the night before a party, when all through the town, no pigs were stirring, no cops were around.
Lincoln Roth:
We drank Seagram's, and smoked Panama Reds, while visions of the munchies danced through our heads
Lincoln Roth:
But all of a sudden, came a knock at the door. We all yelled 'Pigs' and hit the floor.
Lincoln Roth:
But what to our red-glazed eyes should appear? A fucking pound of Colombian, with two kegs of beer.
Lincoln Roth:
The man at the door flashed us a smile, so we said 'come on in, man, you should party a while.
Lincoln Roth:
But we heard him exclaim, as he flew through the sky: Marijuana to all, and to all a great high!
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