Smokin' Doobs

T-Bone - guitars, bass; Funkdaddy - keys, vox; Pirate - drums; Lou - lead vox, a. guitar

Passing 67 on Pine
Another passin' that Spanish style roof
And the dented Chevy Malibu
Sucking on a forty thinking maybe lonely nights
Agaze at Happy Days and later shows
That JJ knows how to take it to the floor
Last time I gave her a call
The pall that former lovers get
When they both get wise to both their lies
Entered our conversation
I don't know why
But I'm not surprised

CHORUS:
Smokin' doobs and thinking of you
Why do I do the stupid things that I do
When you're not around, I've got nothing to do
Except smokin' doobs and thinking of you

Hookin' up was such a stupid mistake
We didn't know what we were doing
Didn't know what to say, and now we're
Dancing at a party sorta sorry about the
Way things turned out, but the music's too loud
So we couldn't get over it
Last time I gave her a call
The pall that former lovers get
When they both get wise to both their lies
Entered our conversation
I don't know why
But I'm not surprised

CHORUS
Smokin' doobs and thinking of you
Why do I do the stupid things that I do
When you're not around, I've got nothing to do
Except smokin' doobs and thinking of you
Smokin' doobs and thinking of you
I don't want to get together but I can't get any better
When you're not around, I've got nothing to do
Except smokin' doobs and thinking of you

Julia he met by fakin' reading classic texts
And saying how much better Marlowe would have said it
If he hadn't wound up dead
And in pretending that he knew what he was sayin'
She had let him get too close to fast
They ended up not using both their heads
Last time I gave her a call
The pall that former lovers get
When they both get wise to both their lies
Entered our conversation
I don't know why
But I'm not surprised

CHORUS:
Smokin' doobs and thinking of you
Why do I do the stupid things that I do
When you're not around, I've got nothing to do
Except smokin' doobs and thinking of you
Smokin' doobs and thinking of you
I don't want to get together but I can't get any better
When you're not around, I've got nothing to do
Except smokin' doobs and thinking of you