What's it to feel right?
I need this fantasy.
Bought in a dank dive.
Too much escape from reality,
Open your eyes
Turn off-a the ska,
And see.....
I'm just a poor mon,
I need much sympathy,
'Cause I'm Rasta guy, dreadie bro,
Very high,
Never low,
Anywhere the ganja grows,
Doesn't really matter to me.
Tooooo me.

Momma,
Just killed a spliff.
Put the end up to my head,
Sucked it down, now it's dead.
Momma, we had just begun.
But now I've gone and smoked it all away.
Momma, Oooo-ooo ooo-ooo,
Didn't mean to wreck your high,
If I'm not employed this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on, as if it really matters.

Too late, my spliff has gone.
Sent shivers down my spine,
Eyes are closing all the time.
Can't buy; No money. I've got to grow.
Cut a leaf and roll my own, to find the truth.
Momma, Ooo-ooo ooo-oo (anywhere the ganja grows)
I want to get high,
I sometimes wish I'd never sold my bong at all!

I see a little sensimelia, oh-a mon!
"Don't-a mooch! Don't-a mooch! "
"You pay first and then smoke!"
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Oh-a day-O; Oh-a day-O
Oh-a day-O; Oh-a day-O
Oh-a day-O dreadlocks grow, magnifico!

I need a big spliff; I've a big family!
He needs a big spliff, for a big family.
Spares for his wife and his posterity.
Easy come, easy go, will you give me more?
Bass fiddler!, No, we will not give you more! Give 'im more!
Bass fiddler!, No, we will not give you more! Give 'im more!
Bass fiddler!, No, we will not give you more! Give 'im more!
We will not give him more! -Give him more.
We will not give him more! -Give him more.
No, no, no ,no, no no, no!
Oh ganja dealer, ganja dealer. Ganja dealer give me more!
Bobbylon [Babylon] has a jail-cell put aside for me, for me, for meeeeeee!

So you think you can stone me and make me get high?
So you think you can boink me when I am so high?
Oh, baby. Please do this to me baby!
Just gotta get off, just gotta right off, you see?

Ganja really matters,
Anyone can see,
Ganja really matters; Ganja really matters....to me.

Anywhere the ganja grows......
[gong!]