Weed Whacker's Birthday Song

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(Sung to the tune of "Lather" by Jefferson Airplane)

Weed Whacker was thirty-nine years today,

They took away all of his dope.

He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,

"Without weed my life's without hope."

And North County calls him "youngster,"

What the Larrikins calls "old man."

And now that he's too old for Stalemate,

He'll have to make due with his hand.

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