Songtext von Shake Your Ass, Smoke Your Grass

Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I don't need your howling Moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright