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the bong song
THE BONG SONG.
I acquired a pipe from Goa
It was all of six inches long.
Carved real fine ,has a dead smart shine,
I think its called a BONG.
My friend Greg, a worldly man
Bought it as a gift for me.
Loves that place in India ,
Just chilling under a tree.
He spoke of the open air markets,
That sell food night and day,
And the generation lost on the hippy trail,
Grow old in a gentle way….
It seem the wise European,
Got on to it years before,
Hot spicy food and wooden huts,
Beaches at your front door.
Greg said you can't spend you money,
Iv heard that quite a few times.
How the indigenous people survive?
Must have a real hard time….
So when you go on your holiday,
Remember this simple song.
If you can't spend your money,
Bring home a whopping great BONG.
I acquired a pipe from Goa
It was all of six inches long.
Carved real fine ,has a dead smart shine,
I think its called a BONG.
My friend Greg, a worldly man
Bought it as a gift for me.
Loves that place in India ,
Just chilling under a tree.
He spoke of the open air markets,
That sell food night and day,
And the generation lost on the hippy trail,
Grow old in a gentle way….
It seem the wise European,
Got on to it years before,
Hot spicy food and wooden huts,
Beaches at your front door.
Greg said you can't spend you money,
Iv heard that quite a few times.
How the indigenous people survive?
Must have a real hard time….
So when you go on your holiday,
Remember this simple song.
If you can't spend your money,
Bring home a whopping great BONG.
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