I flame this hookah
High up on the second floor

I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've smelled it before

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of bubbles, some kind of a pipe

Just don't ask me what it was
If you ask me what it was
I've forgotten...what it was!

I think it's because I'm dopey
I try not to smoke too loud

Maybe it's because I'm lazy
I live in a hashish cloud

Take only hits until you're high
And after that, you'll have red eyes

I just get stoned, and, hit the floor
I just get stoned, and, hit the floor
I just get stoned, and, hit the floor

Yes I love my hashish
I get it from a real good friend

But my friend's name I will not say
It's not your business anyway

I guess I like to live life stoned
Not just another, sober clone

Just don't ask me where's my stash
Just don't ask me where's my stash
Can't remember - too much hash!

My flaming hookah
I depend on more and more

My mind's upstairs from me
Walked out of my brain's open door

If you smell something late at night
Some kind of incense, some floral delight

Just don't ask me why it's there
If you ask me why it's there
I've forgotten...why it's there!