J. J. J. At Warren root tooting club manager. [Verse 1] I said “I do” at the altar, you stole my heart that day, But now it’s me and Mary Jane just blowin' time away. You said it’s you or the reefer, but I ain’t gonna lie, I’d rather roll with a good ol’ joint than hear you say goodbye. [Chorus] I doobie, but I don’t, babe, you’re twistin' my arm again, You want a love that’s sober, but I’m in love with my green best friend. I doobie, but I won’t, girl, quit killin' my mellow vibe, It’s high time I confess, I love weed more than bein' your guy. [Verse 2] You hate the smell of freedom, you call it skunky air, But it smells like relaxation, no drama anywhere. You’re packin' up your suitcase while I’m packin' my pipe, You can keep the bed, but I’m takin’ my Zippo tonight. [Chorus] I doobie, but I don’t, babe, you’re twistin' my arm again, You want a love that’s sober, but I’m in love with my green best friend. I doobie, but I won’t, girl, quit killin' my mellow vibe, It’s high time I confess, I love weed more than bein' your guy. [Interlude] [Bridge] So roll on down the highway, like my papers rollin’ tight, I’ll be sittin’ here with a lighter, lightin' up my Friday night. There’s no need for heartache, no tears to pass the time, Just me and Mary laughin’, sippin’ on some homemade wine. [Final Chorus] I doobie, but I don’t, babe, I’m stickin' to my plan, I’m married to the munchies and a fat green leafy strand. I doobie, but I won’t, girl, and now I’m feelin’ fine, It’s high time I confess, I love weed more than bein' your guy.
