I did all my acid in Grade 8
That was the old days when acid had names
Flavours as it were
Windowpane, orange sunshine
But then things shifted
Acid stopped having names
And chips became flavoured
That's progress?
I can remember a time when you could get orange sunshine, windowpane or purple microdot
But the only chips you could get were plain
Or in some stores rippled

Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in grade 8
I gobbled it right quick
I couldn't get enough of it
I did all my southern comforts in grade 9
One bottle
Ooo, what a night
This is how Janis died?
What a sickly way to go
And kinda sweet too, ya know?

Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in grade 8
I did all my hash in grade 7
Thought I was going to say 10 huh? Uh uh
The thing I hate about hash
Apart from the revolting taste
Was the way it made your eyes stare inside your tiny little body
Just sittin' there listenin' to Uriah Heep
A little of that goes a long way
Same as acid I guess you could say

Cut to the chase
I did all my acid in grade 8
It mighta low for me
But I never did eat no vegetarain chile
It mighta got low for me
But I never did consume the Eastern Philosophies
Which I used to think, you know was Eastern Canada
Fisherman's philosophies
As in, "ah, you'll see"

Cut to the chase
I loved all my love in high school
I gave all my love to those three seperate cruel, cool queens
Shelly Warwick
Susan Moriarity
Tammy Gorgenchuck
And now I sit in an hashless, acidless, un-southern comfortable haze
And as I do
I think about my income tax
Hmmm...

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