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The Ballad of Pearly Sweetcake
Now in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past He’d been rollin’ dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke And said "Jim, I can roll ’em faster than any CHICK can smoke" So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world The Kid demands a smoke-off; "Well bring him on!" says Pearl "I’ll grind his fingers off his hands! He’ll roll until he drops!" Says Calistog, "I’ll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops". So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world’s greatest dopers, with the world’s greatest weed. Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together From the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who’ve done some time To the old man who smoked "reefer", back before it was a crime. And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smokes and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds And they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war. At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold And there’s sticks from Thailand, ganj from the island, There’s Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, And Pearly she just grins 🙂 Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint’s rolled Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose And Pearl takes one mighty hit, and … that bomb’s defused And then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine And everybody sits back and says "Hey… this just might take some time" See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays, with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch! There’s nothin’ left to roll!" "NOTHIN’ LEFT TO ROLL!" screams Pearl. "IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?"
"MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!" In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name That says "When there’s nothin’ left to roll".
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