Lyrics

I get stoned before I go to work
i get stoned--that's how i handle looking at you jerks
thinking that you're better--thinking you got class
i get stoned so i don't kick yer ass

i grow my own at home and I mind my own damn business
my neighbors love my BBQ, so we ain't go no tension
as fer the law man, well he can mouth my tube
how'm i s'posed to pay my rent without my favorite brand of lube

i get stoned before i go to work
i get stoned--that's how i handle dealing with the jerks
thinking that they're better--thinking they got class
i get stoned so i don't kick yer ass

ol' boss is real son-of-a-bitch and boy can he be mean
he's always mounted on my tail and he don't use vasoline
i wouldn't last a single day out there in the world
without my blast of morning grass and my down-home country girl

there might come a time that i run out of stuff
and finally lose my mind on somebody who gives me guff
it won't be pretty--prolly won't be nice
so better hope i'm flush with dope or somebody gonna cry