I met a good man He had some good stuff He showed me a bag And he pulled out the snuff I had just one try And that was enough Water poured from my eye God stuff this rough snuff I was wiping my eye On the edge of my sleeve When who did I spy? God damn the police! I said "Hey look man the fuzz!" He turned ghostly white He gave me the bag And ran outasight! I leapt on my hog And I burned up the street All the traffic had to stop Cos I couldn't be beat All the people were scared As they leapt from my wheels But I didn't care I couldn't hear their squeals I went to my pad And I crashed on my bed I kept taking that snuff Until it blew my head It was really gunpowder I a flash in the pan I a charcoaled cinder God damn the pusher man