Drinkin’ the Juice Blues

Dip a wet tit in the warm sand
Have a corndog titty resting in your hand
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

Hallelujah, hallelu maybe
I've been searching for a fresh shaved little lady
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

Fresh little girls make my thoughts bad
Make a young man feel like an old scab
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

My mother was my whiskers
Father was my claws
My grandpa was a chupacabra
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

Who's got metal hips and inflatable lips
Garibaldi eyes and jellyfish tits
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

I slowly wiggle my cacti roots
Don't mind me I've been drinking the juice
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima
Ya-hashima weed ya-hashima

Drinking the juice