The Devil went to Jamaica   He was lookin' to sell some weed   He was doin' fine   They were standin' in line   And it was excellent weed indeed      When he came across a young man    who was likewise peddlin' pot   And the Devil slid down the beach to the kid and said,   "Boy let me tell you what   I guess you kinda figured    I'm a reefer head of course      After all this time I guess that I'm    A connoisseur of sorts   Now your stuff smells okay   But this could tranquilize a horse   I'll bet a million in cash aginst your stash   'Cause I think mine's better than yours."      The boy said, "My names Johnny   And you ain't smoked nothin' yet   One hit of this grass will kick your ass   You got yourself a bet."      Johnny roll a ball of hash    And make sure it's the bomb   'Cause the Devil's got the kind of stuff    They smoked in Vietnam   You'll get a million smackeroos in cash    If you can cope   But if you can't the Devil will get your dope      The Devil packed a bong   With a lil' Acapulco Gold   And resin flew from his fingertips    As he fired up his bowl      He filled that chamber all the way   And he took a mighty hit   As they passed it back and forth   At gave 'em both a coughing fit      (coughing)      When the bowl was finished   Johnny said, "Hey man that stuff was great   But fill your lungs with some of this   And prepare to vegetate"      Cannabis Sativa sweet Mary Jane   The Devil's in the back yard fryin' his brain   Zig-zag filled with the diggity-dank   Hold on tight it'll hit ya like a tank      The Devil nodded off because    He knew that he was stoned   And he asked if he could buy an ounce    Of the stuff that Johnny owned   Johnny said, "Devil just come on back   If you ever wanna catch a buzz   I done told you once you son of a bitch   Mine's the best there ever was"      And they fired up doobies one by one   They ain't gonna stop till the bag is done   Green as a bull frog, sticky as glue   Granny do you get high?   "Yes I do"