Now Michael goes to night school once or twice a week: He's a very keen supporter of the haute cuisine technique. He's very good with pastry, profiteroles, and cakes, But you ought to try those whole wheat, stoneground cookies that he bakes.
He calls them: Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes. They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake. Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told, But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.
Now Michael's cooking crazy: he's got his hash cakes stashed in fives. He's got enough dope to stone the Pope and the Catholic Church besides. He's got a hookah in his closet, and a hooker in his bed, And his jeans are blue, and his boots are too, but his eyes are Panama Red,
From eating those Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes. They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake. Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told, But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.
One morning after night school, with the cake tins all around, The police arrived on the door step with a large detective hound. This doggie found those cookies and he ate them with a 'Woof!' Then he left the deck like a Harrier jet and he vanished through the roof.
He'd been eating those Wholewheat, stoneground, hundred percent hash cakes. They'll get you high, that's a fact, make no mistake. Some people take to whisky or brandy, so I'm told, But you can't beat Michael's cookies made with Acapulco Gold.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
