Football Poets

High

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 try singing this Afroman stylee

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 I would have closed my legs, saved a few more shots
Instead of making shapes, in my culottes
And I wonder why?
Because I got high, because I got high

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 I got caught out, being too fancy
Then got too bored, watching ‘Crossing Delancy’
And I wonder why?
Because I got high, because I got high

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 I was going to get my round in
All ready to shout “Ah’ll pay”
But now my team mates will have to stay dry
Because I got high, because I got high

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 I got carried away, a run in the team, a mail from a fan
Then the headlines : Stan the man’s gone down the pan
And so this shit’s no longer dry
It’s a wonder I got high, it’s a wonder I got high

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 All right, al right, I’m trying, I’m trying
But still I can’t get high, still I can’t get high

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Must ‘ava word with my namesake
The Maradonna of the Carpathians
And do you know why?
Because they’re so high, because they’re so high

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 I would have gone boating, but I was too busy devoting
My energies to lost causes
And so it’s with a sigh
That I get high, that I get high

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 With my cash lure, I wanted something so pure
Just to get me high, to get me high, to get me high

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Dare us to keep it up?
Pass the vessell, I’ll take a sup
And no word of a lie
That’ll get me high, that’ll get me high

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 One pebble, rather than a rock, is all I need
For I already have wings, to help me fly
Because I’m already so high, already so high

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 Neither rock nor rebel, for I’m no pebble
I’m permanently Stoned, so I guess I’m high, I guess I’m high

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 I just had a quick blow (on me sax), to keep me bubblin’
And I wonder why
Because I got high, because I got high
m-a-n, even mah notes are high!

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 Je me vud hit a rich vein of forme
Eef ze reserves, ver not ze norm
Et non, I did not eet all ze pie
Becoze I got ‘igh, becoze I got ‘igh

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Oh happy haze! I’m leader of the Peck
And now I’m starting to look like Shrek
At the end of the day
We have to listen to what the fans say
And what they sing and chant and cry
Is that they want us to stay high, they want us to stay high

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