Karaoké The Devil Went Down to Jamaica Travis Meyer

The devil went to Jamaica

He was lookin' to sell some weed

He was doin' fine

They were standin' in line

It was excellent weed indeed

When he came across this young man who was likewise peddlin' pot

And the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said

Boy let me tell you what

I guess you kinda figured

I'm a reefer head of course

And after all this time I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts

Now your stuff smells okay but this can tranquilize a horse

I bet a million in cash against your stash 'cos

I think mine's better than yours

The boy said my name's Johnny and you ain't smoked nothin' yet

One hit of this grass'll kick your ass

You got yourself a bet

Johnny roll a ball of hash and make sure it's the bomb

'Cos the devil's got the kinda stuff they smoke in Vietnam

You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope

But if you can't the devil gets your dope

The devil packed a bong with a little Acapulco gold

And resin flew from his fingertips as he fired up his bowl

He filled that chamber all the way and he took a mighty hit

And as they passed it back and forth it gave them both a coughin' fit

Cough cough cough

Cough cough

Cough cough cough

Cough cough cough cough

Cough cough

Cough cough

Cough cough cough cough

Man cough

When the bowl was finished

Johnny said

Hey man that stuff was great

But fill your lungs with some of this and prepare to vegetate

Cannabis, sativa

Sweet Mary Jane

The devil's in the backyard fryin' his brain

Zig zag filled with the diggidy dank

Hold on tight

It'll hit you like a tank

The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned

And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned

Johnny said

Devil just come on back if you ever wanna catch a buzz

I done told you once you son of a bitch mine's the best there ever was

And they

Fired up doobies one by one

Ain't gonna stop 'till the bag is done

Green as a bull frog

Sticky as glue

Granny do you get high

Yes I do