There is a one much better stuff Than alcohol and drugs. You'll feel an extasy enough If you will taste it once. You will be flying in the sky Like birdie through the clouds, And you will meet the heaven guys. They called "The Rasta Crowds " And what the hell is going on? I'm asking more than once. You feel the power of the bong, Just smoke and eat the buns. The Santa Claus will come to you You should believe in that. The Rasta Claus will bring to you - The sunshine in a bag. The sunshine's colour is green, The smell of smoke is well. You'll have much fun, like Mr. Bean, Just hear the Holy Bell. The Holy Bell of buddy Jah. You'll see a speaking duck. And why the duck is smoking stuff? You shouldn't give a fuck.