One little, two little Three little ketamins Four little, five little Six little magic beans Seven little, eight little Nine little lines of beak Ending the night with a joint Sat at home, pendulous jaw Where should I sit? On the couch or the floor Spark up a biff trying to stop the spin Let me sleep My head's like a bin Passed the fuck out Spliff full of haze While around you The place is a blaze It was all fun Throwing shapes all night. Now my face is burned to fuck And gave me nan a fright Passed the fuck out Spliff full of haze While around you The place is a blaze Now I can't cover up the burns I've got third degree gurns