Twigs And Seeds

Well, when I got home from work last night
 I headed straight for my stash
 'Cause I wanted some of my private blend
 Which is two parts grass to one part hash
 Well, when I got to my little secret hiding place
 And I checked out my little plastic bag
 Well, there wasn't a speck of that nice leaf left
 And I felt my whole spirit sag
 There's nothing but twigs and seeds
 Twigs and seeds
 And they sure don't deliver the punch
 That this ole head needs
 So I phoned up my old connection and I said
 "Look, Richard, this is an emergency, man
 Look, I have just discovered that I am
 Fresh out of that herb that's so dear to me
 You know what I mean man?"
 He said, Look, Jesse, I'd like to help you, man"
 Said, "I'm in business to supply you with the
 weed, you know
 But the man just busted a whole huge shipment
 of mine
 And now everyone in town's smokin'
 twigs and seeds" (that's right)
 There's nothing but twigs and seeds
 Twigs and seeds
 And they sure don't deliver the punch
 That this old head needs
 So you have morning glory seeds and nutmeg
 And LSD and model airplane glue
 And peyote buttons an' Methedrine, Benzedrine,
 Hexedrine
 Someone said banana peels would do
 Let us say the use of these various hallucinogrens
 Was somehow no longer a legal misdeed
 Well, man, I still think there ought to be some
 sort of law
 About possession of nothin' but twigs and seeds
 There's nothing but twigs and seeds
 Twigs and seeds
 And they sure don't deliver the punch
 That this old head needs