I get up and I walk across the roomI get to the door - I've been there beforeWondering what I got up forWhen all of a certain I rememberWhat I was going to say to youStanding there watching my memberHanging there squirting the looI'm really stonedI'm really stonedPermanently out my boneI'm really stonedI sit down on the phone I get the urgeTo dump yesterday, flush it awayI hope the force is still with meWhen sure enough the door flies off it's hingesAnd there stands P.C. Bill IdentikitSaying "I've got trouble finding where I'm going"Coz my backside is very badly lit"Hello, hello, hello"My bloody head no longer seems to fit"Hello, hello, hello"And you're under arrest......and...'ello?"I'm really stonedI'm really stonedPermanently out my boneI'm really stonedSo come on, let goLet your feelings showThere's something inside youThe person beside you really needs to knowCome on, change your mindYou never know what you might findBreak out the rizlasAnd roll up a place to unwindWell you can bust me onceYou can bust me twiceBut you'd have to top meTo finally stop me from loading my dice'Coz I'm really stonedI'm really stonedPermanently out my boneI'm really stoned(Joan bakewell) Tart