Fire Up The Ganja – Chuck Miller

My friend Leon
He’s the Rasta man
Sitting there getting high in the sand
The police man say, “Hey you can’t smoke that here!”
He do not listen, no, he just turn away his ears, and he say

Fire, fire up the ganja
Fire, fire up the ganja

The kids in the streets
Are smoking that stuff
Getting high on a couple of puffs
The teacher say to them, “Don’t be skippin’school!”
The kids do not listen, no, because smokin’ ganjas cool, and they say

Fire, fire up the ganja
Fire, fire up the ganja

The man in Jamaica
He is so poor
He does not know what he’s working for
So I give to him a little seed
Now every day he’s growin’ that mighty weed, and he say

Fire, fire up the ganja
Fire, fire up the ganja

My friend Leon
He’s the Rasta man
We’re sitting there getting high in the sand
The police man say, “Hey you can’t smoke that here!”
We do not listen, no, we just turn away our ears, and we say

Fire, fire up the ganja
Fire, fire up the ganja

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