One time in my life
I felt really wrong.
Friends who came to me
they were almost Cheech and Chong.

Passed around the joint
thought this can't be wrong.
I absorbed the high.
It was almost Cheech and Chong.

It was such a groovy slumber.
Better than my greatest beer.
But the flames went out in dying bomber.
All at once, I'm still here.

Now my frying brain
cries most every night.
It was almost Cheech and Chong
but it's much too dumb to write.

(instrumental break)

Now my frying brain
cries most every night.
It was almost Cheech and Chong
but it's much too dumb to write.

It's too dumb to write.