Parody of “Peaches” by the Presidents of the United States of America.

Movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.
I’m movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke me Moroccan Peaches.
I’m movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.
Movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.

Peaches come in a bag.
They were put there by a hand
in a factory in Akron.

If I had an unlimited tray
I’d smoke peaches every day
under a peach tree in the shade.

Movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.
I’m movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.
I’m movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.
Movin’ to Galenas, I’m gonna smoke Moroccan Peaches.

I took a little nap, ’cause the linalool hit.
Squished a bud and the crunch was crisp.
I dreamed about buds burnin’.

The stem reached through and down inside.
Broke the flower, now the stem can’t hide.
Tastes like candy in a bong or a joint or pipe.

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

Ounces of peaches, peaches taste sweet.
Fire your lighter, and put forth the heat.
Ounces of peaches, peaches taste sweet.
Fire your lighter, and put forth the heat. Look out!

Ounces of peaches, peaches taste sweet.
Fire your lighter, and put forth the heat.
Ounces of peaches, peaches taste sweet.
Fire your lighter, and put forth the heat. Look out!