The Devil went to Jamaica
He was looking to sell some weed
he was doin' fine, they were standing in line
it was excellent weed indeed
he came across a young man who was likewise peddling pot
and the devil slid down the beach and said "boy let me tell you what,
I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course
and after all this time, I guess that I'm a conessuire of sorts
now your stuff smells ok, but this can tranquilize a horse
I bet a million in cash against your satsh that mines better then yours."
the boy said my names Johnny and you ain't smoked nothing yet
one hit of this grass'll kick your ass, you got yourself a bet."