i'm santa claus...but not the one who's drippy
i am the one...who's real far out and trippy
if you want dope...i have a fine selection
i've weed for bongs...and hard stuff for injections
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies

i always lurk...where people spend their hours
fillin' their heads...with things that overpower
that's where i go...and leave my gifts for many
and you best believe...i never take a penny
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies

i pass out smack...that stuff ain't made for sissies
and coke to snort...until your snoot gets drippy
i think its cool...to treat you guys and girlies
its just my role...i start you off real early
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies

a mobile mart...i have more goods than many
my stuff is strong...i offer reds and bennies
you wanna pop ?...i will supply the needle
cause i got gifts...for all you whacked-out people
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies

i come along...and show up in your city
i'll sympathize...and offer you my pity
some wind up dead...by way of my pollution
cause what i tote...provides a quick solution
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies

i've got the means...to end you pain and sorrow
and if you want...i'll be in town tomorrow
i am not cruel...folks cry upon my shoulder
your mood, i'll change...your sadness will be over
givin' drugs and stuff...drugs and stuff...to the hippies