Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Song: "Nootie's Got The Phat Nugz"

I was inspired to write this song after reading the article "The New Dealers" by Tony D'Souza in Mother Jones.  Originally, I spelled "Phat Nugz" "Fat Nugs" but Crazy Carl convinced me that the cool kids wouldn't spell it that way.  I'm not a fan of drugs, so this song is a bit of an oddity for me, but it was fun writing some stoner rock.  I suppose if the government started legalizing this stuff and taxing it we could pay down the national debt and stop adding to it in a fruitless attempt at drug prohibition.  As Bill Hicks once noted, if you're fighting a war and losing to the other side who are all high on drugs, then it's time to surrender.  The MP3 recording can be found here.  I play guitar and accordion on it.  I also sing and smack a tea tray with a drum stick.  Really, this stuff is much more fun and cheaper than therapy.  The lyrics are below.  It's the same deal as always.  If you like a song, then feel free to cover it if you're in a band or whatnot.  I love to hear covers of my songs, so please let me know about your version.  If you start making money, then send me a check/we can work out a deal.  Similarly, if you want to use a song for your Youtube video or whatnot, then just let me know.  It's usually fine by me unless it's a commercial product or whatnot.  Find out first though.  Write me at wredfright ATATAT yahoo DOTT com.

I had been unemployed for a really long time
When I got offered a job but it was a crime
My friend asked me if I would drive his van
Load it with pot and drive east--that was the plan

'Cause Nootie's got the fat nugs
I don't even do drugs
But Nootie's got the fat nugs
That are going to make me feel all right

Out West, medical marijuana crushed the market
But back East, there was still the chance of a narc hit
As more people got high, the more the prices got higher
I could make a lot of money and then retire

And I feel all right
I feel all right
Hey!  Is that guy looking at me?
Hey!  That guy's looking at me!

On the highway, I'm a nervous wreck
If the cops stop me, it'll be my neck
But I keep on driving and when I need to relax
I just think of all the money on which I pay no tax

Written May 2012
Recorded July 2012

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