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One, two, three, four
Knockin' on your
bedroom door
Five, six, seven, wait&ldots;
You're in some
kind of altered state
You look like
you've been to hell and back
You better let me
check your arms for tracks
You must be
half-baked, you must be stoned,
You must be
higher than a flying kite,
You must be half-baked
Who you hanging 'round?
What you doin' on
the town?
Watch out, look about
I might just
follow and check it out
If I see something
that I don't like
I'll drag you home
on a Saturday night
You must be
half-baked, you must be stoned,
You must be
higher than a flying kite
You must be half-baked
When you were
younger we spent time together it's true
I had more time
for you
Now that you're
older you've grown so much colder and blue
Did I do this to you?
I wish I could go
back and take other forks in the road
But that's not how
it goes
No, that's not how
it goes
That's not how it
goes, and now you're out of control.
Stay straight,
don't be late
You don't behave,
I won't hesitate
To knock you into
next week
Don't you sass,
don't even speak
As long as you're
a resident
You better call me President
You must be
half-baked, you must be stoned,
You must be
higher than a flying kite,
You must be half-baked |
