We wake up, on a saturday morning about 11 O'clock and start rocking
It's not unusual for us, to start rocking this early
We're a little bit stoned it's a quarter past 11:30 in the morning
And we're on to our second song
We already wrote one song before 11 O'clock

It's time for us to not stop rocking
Are we gonna write another song today Josh?
I don' know, I don't know

I thank god, for weed
It's the greatest thing in history
I wanna thank god, sincerely
Thank god for weed, Thank god for me

It's the greatest invention ever
It cures the sick, it heals the poor
Oh it soothes my pain
God you're the hippest inventor of all
How'd you come up with some of that funky shit like
Opium, cocaine, hashish, mushrooms and weed

And what about black holes, light particles and quarks
Cold fusion, no one thinks about quarks anymore

Thank god for weed Thank god for me
What's going on in the center of the galaxy
I don't know I don't know

How many dimensions have you created
You're a stoner god, it's so obvious you smoke pot
What's the deal with that eternal hum?
That is so f!@king stoney

Funny how the smoke rises right to god
He gets the weed for free, thank god for me

And what the universe, it's kinda funny
How it's big and small at the same time
It f!@king blows my mind
Thank god for weed

Smoking joints with god
i\In the center of a hurricane
It cures my pain