Lyrics:

Do another one here.....this is my version of Jimmy Buffett's Magaritaville. Little different tho we had to bring it to the '90s you know...somewhat. It's now called Marijuanaville goes like this.

(eh eh eh eh eh...eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh)

Rollin' my home-grown
Smokin' a big bone
Look at that ganja...covered with oil (oh I know)
Usin' my tweesers
Got pot in the freezer (Woooah!)
Made a new pipe out of aluminum foil

Chorus:
Wasted away again in Marijuanaville
Searching for my roach clip on a rope (On a rope! On a rope! on a rope!)
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know...that it's all this damn dope

Don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
Maybe thats Thai stick was a way bit too strong (*yawns*)
But it's a real beauty
A Colombian doobie (ok baby...c'mon man)
And soon I'll be up on my way alone (Lucy you got some splaining ta do baby)

Chorus:
Wasted away again in Marijuanaville
Searching for my roach clip on a rope (On a rope! On a rope! on a rope!)
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know...that it's all this damn dope

(eh eh eh eh eh...eh eh eh eh) (*whistles toon*)

I blew out my bong-pipe (*gasp*)
Ran outta Bud Light (*sighs*)
But I found some stash I had hidden at home (Ahhhhhhhh!)
Put it into a blender (*blender soound*)
And soon it will render (MmmMmmm)
These little fudge brownies that help me get stoned

Wasted away again in Marijuanaville
(c'mon you guys sing along, you know the words)
Searching for my roach clip on a rope (On a rope! On a rope! on a rope!)
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know...that it's all this damn dope

Yes and, some people claim, I sound like Dillan, when I'm stoned.
But I know...that it's all this damn dope.