Shake Your Ass, Smoke Your Grass
Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks
Well, I don't need your thought police
Well, I don't need your saving soul
Well, I don't need your mind control
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I don't need your howling Moon
Well, I don't need your happy tune
Well, I don't need your jetting set
Well, I don't need your cigarettes
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well, everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well, everybody
It's time to feel alright
Well, I don't want your O-J juice
Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce
Well, I don't want your flying nun
Well, I don't want your golden gun
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine
Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene
I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo
And I stitch it all together with super glue
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Shake your ass, your ass
Smoke your grass, your grass
Come on, well, everybody
It's time to feel alright
Come on, well, everybody
It's time to feel alright
Mueve Tu Trasero, Fuma Tu Hierba
Bueno, no necesito a tus fanáticos de Jesús
Bueno, no necesito a tu policía del pensamiento
Bueno, no necesito a tu alma salvadora
Bueno, no necesito tu control mental
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Bueno, no necesito tu Luna aullante
Bueno, no necesito tu melodía feliz
Bueno, no necesito tu jet set
Bueno, no necesito tus cigarrillos
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Vamos, bueno, todos
Es hora de sentirte bien
Vamos, bueno, todos
Es hora de sentirte bien
Bueno, no quiero tu jugo O-J
Bueno, no quiero a tu Lenny Bruce
Bueno, no quiero a tu monja voladora
Bueno, no quiero tu pistola dorada
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Bueno, soy un sombrerero loco, nena, manejo una máquina de boogie
Reventando cintas de 8 pistas cuando estoy en la escena
Soy un papá que ya no está en un boogaloo
Y lo pego todo junto con pegamento súper
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Mueve tu trasero, tu trasero
Fuma tu hierba, tu hierba
Vamos, bueno, todos
Es hora de sentirte bien
Vamos, bueno, todos
Es hora de sentirte bien