| Words/Music – Rand Anderson |
| It’s not a microphone it’s a bong For those who like to babble here’s a song Please don’t keep me up til dawn Pull it through or pass it on It’s not a microphone it’s a bong Be so kind to try and clean your plate Poor bong etiquette is what I hate Lift your finger from the hole And pull the krusty through the bowl But be so kind to try and clean your plate Please go buy your own bag to smoke I can’t support your habit cuz I’m broke Next time it comes around Get some crip or seedy brown But please go buy your own bag to smoke You spill bongwater on the floor And then you’ve got the nerve to ask for more Isn’t it your turn to pack a bowl Cuz smokin’ all of mine is gettin’ old It’s the kind that you find Your bag of swag it can’t be mine But it’s still your turn to pack a bowl It’s a bong, it’s not a microphone Quit telling me your story, let’s get stoned Twist a fatty, roll a bone It’s hydrochronically homegrown It’s a bong, it’s not a microphone It’s a bong, it’s not a microphone |
