Lyrics:

Track #11 on the 1990 album Frizzle Fry.
Most of this song is a long guitar solo with a short spoken-word bit by Les in the middle.

Why do we do this, C.G. and I?
Every night vegetables, minds numbed by THC
I've got my pen, C.G. the remote
Laurel and Hardy is the best bet at 4 AM on a Friday
No dreads about the working day after, though
Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed, they don't mean quite so much
Except that you get to hang out with your working friends
We got a Spaghetti Western here on 36
I like spaghetti westerns, I like the way the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hardwood floor
In fact, everything's got that big reverb sound
Well, what do I do now?
Go to sleep? Pull the pud?
We need new pornos
Guess I'm still writin'


Stoned, stoned again
Stoned, stoned again
Stoned, stoned again
Stoned, stoned again


Stoned, stoned again
Stoned, stoned again
Stoned, stoned again
Ha-ha, the boy’s stoned, stoned again