Winchester Well, when I got home from work last night I headed straight for my stash 'Cause I wanted some of my private blend Which is two parts gra** to one part hash. Well, when I got to my little secret hiding place And I checked out my little plastic bag Well, there wasn't a speck of that nice leaf left And I felt my whole spirit sag. There's nothing but twigs and seeds, twigs and seeds And they sure don't deliver the punch that this ole head needs. So I phoned up my old connection and I said 'Look, Richard, this is an emergency, man' 'Look, I have just discovered that I am' 'Fresh out of that herb that's so dear to me' 'You know what I mean man?' He said: 'Look, Jesse, I'd like to help you, man' Said: 'I'm in business to supply you with the weed, you know' But the man just busted a whole huge shipment of mine And now everyone in town's smokin' Twigs and seeds" (that's right) There's nothing but twigs and seeds, twigs and seeds And they sure don't deliver the punch that this old head needs. So you have morning glory seeds and nutmeg And LSD and model airplane glue And peyote bu*tons and Methedrine, Benzedrine, Hexedrine Someone said banana peels would do Let us say the use of these various hallucinogrens Was somehow no longer a legal misdeed Well, man, I still think there ought to be some sort of law About possession of nothin' but twigs and seeds. There's nothing but twigs and seeds twigs and seeds And they sure don't deliver the punch that this old head needs. Oh, twigs and seeds twigs and seeds And they sure don't deliver the punch that this old head needs.