The Oily Hash Slick of a Dead Sea Dawg
Arrrrrgh shiver mi timbers, pieces of eight
O three point five it be an heavenly weight
A piece of paradise in the palm of ya hand
And the delightful taste of luscious ganjah
I been smoking hash in a dead man’s pipe
He was a good man, don’t bilieve the hype
He was rough and ready, but a good chap
He liked to smoke, drink rum and to laugh
He was a ladies man, and a swashbuckler
He liked a good scrap, he was a squabbler
He smoked ‘pon his pipe daily without fail
He puffed so much, he puffed a huge gale
When stoned he did tell such a crazy tale
Of how he went to see and caught a whale
A vivid imagination made him a romancer
He was a good singer, and a good dancer
He was quite jolly, his name it was Roger
He was a dirty ducker, and a soap dodger
He was stoned to the bone ’pon his throne
The high seas was a place he called home
Sailing the oceans a ragged hash smuggler
He was quite suspicious of the land lubber
If he had to he’d spit in ya eye, cut ya juglar
He’d throw you over board quick as a flash
He’d do anything to protect precious hash
On wine, weed, an’ hoes he spent his dough
He earned his living with contraband cargo
