Psychopsilocybin running horney mother fucker.
Tripping on his shoelace searching for the hairy sucker.
He don't need no funny money, his love is all his power.
Half-naked and full-witted, and two weeks less a shower!
You'll see me, I'll be there, with my nose in the grass.
One for me, one for you. Two for me, one for you. Three for me, one for you.
It's not the size of the fungi, but all the shrooms, they are in bloom.
