Reefer Song

Hey, cats, it's four o'clock in the morning. I just left the studios
Here we are in Harlem. Everybody's here but the police, and they'll
Be here any minute. It's high time, so catch this song. Here it is!

Say, I dreamed about a reefer five feet long
A mighty mens', but not too strong
You'll be high, but not for long
If you're a viper

I'm the king of everything
I got to go, got to go, got to go, got to be high before I swing
Let the bells ring, ding, dong, ding
If you're a viper

Say, you know you're high
When your throat gets dry
Mmm, everything's dandy

Ah yes, you run down to the candy store
Bust your conk on peppermint candy
Then you know your little brown body's sent
You don't give a darn if you don't pay rent
'Cause the sky is high, so am I, yes, yes

Yes, I viper a bit, but I'ma viper a bit on the 88 now
Oh, stop it, darling, I didn't know you cared
That's enough now, wait a minute, wait a
Minute, wait a minute, let me dream now
Ah, that's a killer, yes, baby
Better next out on the sidelines, my wife's in here tonight
She don't viper either, you know, get away
Are you kidding? Oh, dear

Say, you know you're high, yes, I know I'm high
'Cause everything is fine and dandy
Yes, go on down to the candy store
Get me Wrigley's or some peppermint candy

I love it, I love it, I love it, yes, baby, but my body's sent
I ain't worried about no rent, get away from me, you hussy, yeah
High, high, so am I, but I'ma lay down and relax, oh, dear
Oh, dear, viper