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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 A 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 shit, 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 âMeet 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 Letras de cancionesFucked up in Frankfurt up to no good Bought a bit of black turned out to be wood, (it's no good) Understood, the shit thta we grow We got to free the weed one day we âd take controle A 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 shit 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....... From Letras Mania