Twas the Night Before Friday

\\\'Twas the night before Friday
and all through the town
no cops were cruising
no narks were around
As we all rolled our joints
to be put in our sacks
we knew that soon
we\\\'d be stoned to the max
We drank Jack Daniel\\\'s
And smoked Panama Red
a hit of tea
and man I felt dead
We were all up that midnight
all of the day, when
there was a knock at the door
that gave us away
There stood a man
wearing a smile
so we invited him in
to party a while
What to our red
glassy eyes should appear
two pounds of Columbia
and a case of beer
So we sat down
and he started to roll
filled up a glass
and lit up a bowl
We ask the man
what was his name
he said Saint Nichol
and drugs is my fame
So as the man
strutted out of sight
he said mari-ju-ana to all
and to all a good night