I'm the Zigzag man travelin through the land with Zigzags in my hand.

I float around from place to place. Stuffin squares full of greens and blowing smoke in your face. Inhale a bong hit or three. Disappearing into the deep blue sea. Searching each continant North and South puffing on exotic greens that explode in my mouth.

I'm the Zigzag man travelin through the land with Zigzags in my hand.

No matter what kind I find. It's that smell I can't deny. Burnin trees can reach my nose. From far off forests no one knows. I can pull sticky leaves out of my pocket. Roll up joints more powerful than a rocket. 5.....4....3...2..1. Inhale, exhale, inhale once more now... hold it in... My slow burnin papers spin you into a state of Zen.

I'm the Zigzag man travelin through the land with Zigzags in my hand.

A spliff here, a spliff over there. I come in a convienant orange package. What do you care? Come visit me any time. I'm alwyas on the block. Chillin out at the Stop 'n' Rob around the clock. Even at a party I'm chillin in the den. Cleaning out your head and... all of your friends. So if you see me pick me up and lend me two hands. Roll me up don't be shy. With a little work we can get high.

I'm the Zigzag man travelin through the land with Zigzags in my hand.