Too Stoned to Care, circa 1969

Too stoned to care wild eyes and hair My friend and I dare to order four pizzas Where are your friends the manager inquired Oh, they’ll be here in a bit our tongues purebred liars Well, we snarfed down the pizzas though ‘our friends’ never showed So, when we asked the proprietor how much we owed… He told us $200 bucks ‘coz it’s just your good luck to meet up with a fellow sleaze who understands your ‘munchies’ ~ and has already contacted the fuzz