Meet my mate mister Marks he's making it clear 
It's mister ~Nice to be polite when your carrying gear 
Where? Anywhere I travel get the idea 
It's me my piece of dope I hope to toke with no fear 
I steer with ma beer good times in sight 
Fight for the right to be as high as a kite 
It's a ganja thing roll up and then sing 
I'm gonna free the weed one day when you know that we're controlling 

I had a dope in Dublin the Gaurdia no troublin 
piece of pot in Paris that keep my bong a bubblin 
In Berlin I'm burning a bloody big bong 
The reefer in Ibeza they got the [bad word]  it's going on 
The lumps in Lyon. I buy a block in Bordaux 
I went to Belfast on the plane and had a spliff to go (you know) 
Glasgow glows and London, them start to roll 
Gonna free the weed when we have got controle 

‘Meet my mate Mr Marks, he's making it clear 
It's Mr Nice to be polite when your carrying gear' 

I had a joint in Jo'burg with an African brother 
Around the world in eighty joints all the ganja lovers 
Got tripped out in Trinidad all the spliff that we had 
It was given as a gift so we got to be glad  [bad word] up in Frankfurt up to no good 
Bought a bit of black turned out to be wood, (it's no good) 
Understood, the [bad word] thta we grow 
We got to free the weed one day we ‘d take controle 


touch in Argentina, Tokyo was meaner 
Got to Perth and couldn't believe the grass was much greener 
I met a man in a bar in LA , here's a star 
Sold be a sample from the back of his car 
I'm of to Ottawa on a hot pot trail 
So much for sale I got a mission can't fail 
Let us wail against the war, what war? The reefer I roll 
We'll free the weed one day when we take contrle 

The aroma in Barcelona, what we did in Madrid 
The Reeferbhan made e act like a kid 
In Amsterdam got a gramme of skunk 
In Sydney got mash up and in Melbourne i thunk 
Aint wrong so bad you tell me that I must be mad 
The [bad word] that you be giving me the best you've never had 
So sad, so sad you don't know how ws roll 
I got to free the weed one day when we have got controle 

Meet my mate Mr Marks, He's making it clear 
It's Mr Nice to be polite when your carrying gear 
Where? Anywhere I travel get the idea 
It's me my piece of dope I hope to toke with no fear 
I steer with my beer good time in sight 
Fight for the right tobe as high as a kite 
It's a agnga thing , roll up and then sing 
We'll free the weed one day.......