Lyrics

Ninety-seven dead beats living on my back street
North east west south
No one ever owns a house
Blowing in a back room
Maybe do some mushroom
Tok it up Tok it down
Toking all over town

There so lost but they don't care
Bloodshot eyes and wild wild hair
Gone to the flavor they love the best
Smoking that Cateract Kush
In the mile high west
The mile high west

Rocky mountain high time
No one gonna spend a dime
Bums here bums there
Don’t come here and be a square
Driving high behind the wheel
Crashing even snowmobiles
Politicians getting rich
Leaving people in the ditch

All so high but they don't care
Stoned to the bone going nowhere
Enjoying the flavor they love the best
Smoking that Strawberry Haze
In the mile high west
The mile high west
The mile high west
The mile high west

Yabba Dabba Goo