If I was stranded on a desert island, theirs just a few things Ide need,
Six strings, good company and a big big bag of weed,
We could build a paradise with our own hands
Then ide get high and write songs in the sand
If I went to Heaven theirs just a few things Ide need,
Six strings, a set of wings and a big big bag of weed,
They’d hear us back on earth we’d be jamming so loud,
Then Ide get high with God and write songs on a cloud.
If I went to Hell, theirs just a few things ide need
Six strings, optimism and a big big bag of weed,
I could spend my time repenting, a life without good will
Or I could get high and write songs with the devil.
If I went to the moon, theirs just a few things ide need
Six strings, oxygen and a big big bag of weed,
If I found Aliens we could decide the superior race
By going bong for bong and writing songs in space
The morale of the story is all that you need,
Is 6 strings, good friends and a…
Big, big, big, big,
Big, big, big, big,
Big, big, Bag of Weed
So long as there’s optimism in the oxygen and a sun in the sky,
Wings would be nice but I don’t need those to fly
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