Guess there are times
When we want weed
To sooth
A little pain

And sifting around through rough pot

Is so hard to do when only seeds remain

And it's times like these
When we all seek
Around up high and low

And from the tar in some old bad bong

We can scare-up some old T-H-C you know


Scrape 'em out
Scrape 'em out
Scrape out those bad bongs

When all dope is gone
Just stick a spoon in
And scrape 'em out

Then reach into the tube
Just peel that resin sludge

When all dope is gone
Bad bongs save so much


If some burnout
Is looking hard enough
To scrape it out

When every bit of weed is spent

Then it's easier to smoke that tar no doubt

The kick inside is when
The resin finally
Gets to you

Though it feels so bad to smoke that tar

You're coughing 'cause its rough to breathe those fumes


Scrape 'em out
Scrape 'em out
Scrape out those bad bongs

When all dope is gone
Just stick a spoon in
And scrape 'em out

Then reach into the tube
Just peel that resin sludge

When all dope is gone
Bad bongs save so much


Bad bongs, they save
Bad bongs, they save
Bad bongs, they save
Bad bongs, they save
So much


Scrape 'em out
Scrape 'em out
Scrape out those bad bongs

When all dope is gone
Just stick a spoon in
And scrape 'em out

Then reach into the tube
Just peel that resin sludge

When all dope is gone
Bad bongs save so much