[Intro – funky bass, handclaps] (Who’s that?) (You know who...) (He just pulled up!) [Verse 1] Rolling down the avenue, moon shining bright, Got a little green treasure tucked away tonight, Don't need a fancy sign hanging off the van, You see that crooked grin — that's your Weed Man. He ain't dressed like a king, but he moves like royalty, Got the whole room laughing like it's some kind of comedy, Knock three times, then wait for the beat, By the time the door swings open, everybody's on their feet. [Pre-Chorus] When the bass starts bouncing, And the room starts moving, Somebody always knows my name— (WEED MAN!) [Chorus – funky, infectious] The Weed Man! (Here I am!) Rolling through town with a pocket full of plans, Got a little green sunshine for the neighborhood, Turning bad moods into something good. I don't need a throne, I don't need a crown, Just a funky little groove when I come around, Cannabis King with the swing — Then I'm gone before you know it, Like a rumor in the wind! [Verse 2 – playful rhythmic delivery] Got the good stuff tucked in an old coat pocket, Walk in the room and everybody starts talking, One guy says, "Man, you saved my night," I said, "Nah, brother — you just got your timing right." Got the slow roll, got the loud pack, Got something so funky it'll make your eyebrows snap, Everybody sitting there talking real deep, Five minutes later somebody's asleep in the seat. (He got the green!) (He got the groove!) (He got everybody changing their mood!) [Pre-Chorus – building] You don't need a map, You don't need a plan, Follow the laughter... You know who I am. [Chorus] The Weed Man! (That's my name!) I bring a little sunshine when the weather ain't the same, Got the whole crew laughing, Got the speakers shaking, By the time I leave, Everybody's contemplating. The Weed Man! (Here I go!) Sliding through the night with a headlight glow, I don't chase fame, I don't need a band, Just one little spark... And everybody knows the man! [Bridge – soulful breakdown] Some people chase money, Some people chase fame, Some people spend their whole life Trying to make a name. Me? I chase that funky little feeling When the bass drops low, The room gets warm, And everybody lets go. (Ohhh, let it roll...) (Mmmm, let it breathe...) [Breakdown – bass and drums] Knock knock! (Who is it?) You already know! Who brought the groove? (WEED MAN!) Who got the room laughing? (WEED MAN!) Who just walked in smelling like a garden? (WEED MAN!) Alright, alright... Put the lighter down before somebody burns the couch! [Final Chorus – full band] The Weed Man! (Here I am!) Rolling through the night like a one-man caravan, No crown on my head, No kingdom in sight, Just a little green magic And a whole lotta life. The Weed Man! (That's right!) Turn a long day into a Saturday night, When the groove gets deep And the bass starts talking, You know that green man Is somewhere walking. [Outro – funky fade] (Who was that?) (Nobody knows...) (Where'd he go?) (Probably down the block...) (He'll be back.) funky bass fades
