Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
  'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.
  
  Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
  I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
  I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.
  
  Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
  Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.
  
  You say, ";Maybe you can stay with me."; I say, ";Lady, that's a dangerous plan.";
  You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man.
  You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.
  
  Take a letter to God. ";Dear Sir: I'm dissatisfied.
  Well it ain't your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.
  
  All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain't gettin' nowhere.";
  Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
  Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
  I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
  I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.
  
  Well, I must have been stoned.
  Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned.