All I wanted was to give her a bong
On her birthday -- was that so wrong?
She told me no -- she had somewhere to go
And I didn't dare ask to come along
We went our separate ways
And hers was to a concert
I must admit, I now feel gypped
Cause I paid for my ticket
But I didn't go -- oh, no no
But it's her loss, baby, cause my life's gravy
So I'm telling myself all day long
Cause she got a cold
And the ticket went unsold
And I'm laughing at home with the bong
Well, not really laughing
Kind of coughing, really
But I'm really stoned
And I don't wonder what she's doing now
at all
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