Lyrics:

I stand up for my right,
I wanna smoke my pipe,
world would be a paradise,
legalize it, legalize!

I'm coming from Jamaica,
this land I really lika.
I'm the greatest musicclown
from old Kingston-Town.

But now I'm jetzt in Europa.
My head is full with dopea.
I make mir Zöpfchen in my Haar
and look like a Rastafa.

Reggae, Reggae!

If you are a Rasta-man,
you can make a lot of Zaster then.
You climb the charts up easily
with this simple philosophy:

I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana.
I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana!

Now I'm a little Rastafa
with a lot of Knotel in my haar.
Ob dope oder Jamaica Rum,
I wanna be in Delirium.

Now I've to tell you and it is true,
to smoke is what we have to do,
oh for a world in harmony,
that's my philosophy.

I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana.
I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana!

And now, listen people, I've something
to tell you. Maybe there are problems in
this world, war, rassism, and I - I don't
know. Maybe it's a bad world. But I don't
want to see it. Oh no, no, no! All we
have to do is to smoke, yeah, to smoke, and
you kick your troubles away like a coconut.
You see, it's easy!
And now, you buy my new record and sing
this little song with me. Okay, come on all.
With this beautiful Reggae-Melody and this
stupid philosophy, yeah, and it goes like
this, huh, come on!

I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana.
I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana!