Parody of the folk song “Row, Row, Row Your Boat”.

Roll, roll, roll your smoke.
Grind up all your weed.
There we’ll be, there we’ll be, there we’ll be, there we’ll be.
Smoking like chimneys.

Pull, pull, pull your toke.
Airflow smooth as breeze. Con-
trarily, ‘trarily, ‘trarily, ‘trarily, jibs
run. It’s annoying.

Coal, coal, coal your joint, the
end has a cherry. Pri-
marily, ‘marily, ‘marily, ‘marily
rolled for break number three.

Roll, roll, roll your smoke.
Wrap up all your green. A
parody, parody, parody, there we’ll be
blazing ’till our eyes bleed.