The time is a comin' when weed will be set free.
The time is a comin' yes indeed.
In the sweet by and by everybody can get high
Time's a comin' when the weed will be set free.

When the Anslingers are dead, when Elliot Ness is gone,
When the narcs are buried six feet underground,
We'll spit upon their grave, take three bong hits and rave
When the pigs are buried six feet underground.

The joint beats the jigger any day, any day.
The joint beats the jigger any day.
When marijuana's legalized the bars will close down.
'Cause the joint beats the jigger anyday.

We'll all march down Dickson Street, tokin' on a spleef.
We'll all march down Dickson, tokin' reef.
And the students and the workers, musicians and the bums
Will all see that we have been released.

When cannabis has taken its rightful place on earth
When the wondrous waft of ganja fills the air
Then peace on earth will come, and viper songs be sung
When the wondrous waft of ganja fills the air

The joint beats the jigger anyday, anyday.
The joint beats the jigger anyday.
When marijuana's legalized the bar's will close down.
'Cause the joint beats the jigger anyday.