I'm stoned again, naturally

Remembering the days of sitting at home alone and baking
away the day.  No worries, all real productivity goes out
the window, procrastination is your best friend.  Nothing
ruins the day except time and a little demon called paranoia.
Here's my tribute to those wasted days and nights.

(written to the tune, "alone again, naturally")

"I was having a weed withdraw
And it didn't feel good at all.
I made a feeler, called my drug dealer
Which so happens to be my ma.
And at last she made the scene
Brought me some really good green.
I need my relief, roll me up a splief
Make it one big fat submarine.
Smoke it till I cough, where's my water I'm so thirsty
For if weed is the sweetest thing, give me my dessert please.
In my hour of need, I truly love my weed...
I'm stoned again, naturally."

"I was basted and tried to call
But my dogs wouldn't come at all.
The house was reakin' and they were freakin'
Smoke alarms blaring down the hall.
There was knocking at my door
I tip-toed across the floor.
I wasn't certain, peeked out the curtain
Just the FedEx man, por favor.
Smoke it till I cough, where's my water I'm so thirsty
For if weed is the sweetest thing, give me my dessert please.
May as well get stoned and do it all alone...
I'm stoned again, naturally."

"Oh yeah, I'm stoned again...
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              (cough, cough)
                ...naturally."