Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie   Got no things to do but sit and chew, and I'm feeling groovy      All right, chill out, switch off the telephone   Come on, cut out, don't you see I'm stoned   Prove me, honey, give me an argument   That the weed I'm smoking ain't no heaven sent      Peeling a potato in the kitchen, gotta say that it's the last one   Smiling at the neighbours that are knocking on my door   And saying 'what fun'      All right, chill out, switch off the telephone   Come on, cut out, don't you see I'm stoned   Prove me, honey, give me an argument   That the weed I'm smoking ain't no heaven sent      Sitting on a sofa, chewing gum and watcing a movie   Got no things to do but sit and chew, and I'm feeling groovy      They say I'm gonna end up in a funny farm   Although I think that kind of place does have it's charm   You'd better roll a joint and feel it's getting, getting warm      All right, chill out, switch off the telephone   Come on, cut out, don't you see I'm stoned   Prove me, honey, give me an argument   That the weed I'm smoking ain't no heaven sent