From the recording Where Are You Little Green Man?
A fun little ditty, this one speaks of the infamous "420". When I was living in San Francisco (back when it was still a cool place to be, before the tech companies killed it), this was a very important time of day!
Lyrics
Let’s go lock the door
Only way to be sure
So happy
Feeling kinda wired
Looking at the time
Four-twenty
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space
We’re the kitchen table clan
We’re gonna form a band
Of hippies
Conversation turns
Words - they start to blur
New theories
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space
You’re Pretty
You’re Pretty
So Messy
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space
Roll it and waste it all away
We’re gonna fly ourselves to space