It's wond'rous what a drug can do.

Cocaine can cheer you when you're blue.

Acid can say, "I love you so"

or, "Gee I hate to see you go".

E is, "Welcome back again!"

and "Great to see you!"

or "Where've you been?"

Crank can soothe a small child's pain

and bring a rainbow after rain.

The drugs! There's just no doubt about it,

we scarcely could survive without it.

No longer do you have to worry,

for hashish is the way to say "I'm sorry."

Heroin delights and warms and charms,

it must be why we all have arms.

Drugs are great for Fathers and Mothers

sweet for Sister, swell for Brothers.

Chances are some favorite Aunts

love them more than pot plants.

Kittens crave them.

Puppies love them.

Heads of State are not above them.

Crystal methamphetaimines can break the language barrier

and make the dullest day seem merrier.

No need to fret about the store of 'em.

The more you give the more there are of 'em.

So stretch those arms without delay,


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