Doobie was this stoner guy
Who lived across the street
Doobie had some grow bulbs
And a basement full o weed

Doobie cured 'em proper
He wasted not an ounce
Doobie made good brownies
And he freely passed 'em out

Doobie -- harmless li'l stoner
Doobie -- tried to cure glaucoma
Doobie -- eased a lotta chemo, but
They burned his stash, today

The DEA caught wind o Doob,
Came bustin' through his door
Ol' Doobie didn't fight 'em cuz
He's not the fightin' sort

Doobie was a healer
He loved to share his bud
He kept a little for himself
The rest he used for good

Doobie -- shackles and a collar
Doobie -- never charged a dollar
Doobie -- needed a lawyer
Cuz they hauled his ass away

The judge who sentenced Doobie had
Two cases to decide
The rapist got probation
But the judge gave Doobie five.

Now, Doobie's in the pokey
He sits there all alone
But all the folks that Doobie helped
Make sure he's always stoned

Doobie -- never hurt a soul, well
Doobie's -- rottin' in a jail cell
Doobie -- keepin' it mellow
And we'll pay him back, some way.