| I was stitting in my living room — the air was full of smoke — |
| listening to good reggae music. |
| Frank will come soon, I hope. |
| Then he came in with some of the good stuff |
| and he showed me a nice reggae bassline. |
| We were smoking all night and recorded a song, |
| drinkin, making music, having a good time. |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |
| Un poco de sol, un poco de lluvia. |
| The weather doesn’t matter |
| when you smoke and have a beer. |
| Now hear the reggae ska guitar offbeat riff, |
| everything is fine when you suck on a spliff. |
| The music is turned on, |
| all the bad things are gone. |
| No need to feel alone |
| when we hit that bong |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |
| The music is turned on |
| all the bad things are gone. |
| No need to feel alone |
| when we hit that bong. |
| You got to dance and sing along. |
| Nothing will be wrong |
| when you hear that song. |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |
| We hit the bong all night long. |
| This is how we write a song. |
| There is nothin' to complain |
| when the weed is in my brain. |