Chin Up Mate, Smoke a Big Phat Biffter!!
Nobody has infallibillity, to err is human
It’s easy to put a foot in it, or misinterpret
Smelling pistakes are quite easy to make
Sometimes our weary brains refuse to work
We can all become confused or befuddled
Tiredness often causes discombobulation
Hunger makes us go mad so we think bad
We all get things wrong, and may screw up
We trip, and fall when we’re learning to walk
But we get reet up again, we take more steps
When you fall off your bike or a crazy horse
You get on again, and continue to keep riding
Take time for a break, and time for reflection
Skin up a biffta, brew up a cuppa, and chill out
Don’t beat yoursen up, or listen to any criticism
Inhale herb smoke, a karmic problem dissolver
Soothe your mind, an’ spirit, recharge your aura
Such is this life, it goes on, so do not get upset
If folks aren’t happy wi’ your efforts, fault findin’
Then stop giving them your energy, ignore them
Go find summat else better to do, save your time
Read a book, do something creative, take a walk
Your time’s precious, get stoned to use it wisely
Achieve you full pot-ential, get high and go higher
