When we got to the levee,
It was already broke
So we went to the armory,
It was fillin' with smoke
When we got to the jailhouse,
It was covered with weeds
So we busted the front gate,
Take what we need

Poor, poor Benzedrine
Lookin' low, lookin lean
It's a might hard soft machine
Poor poor Benzedrine

John, take hold of your mother
Glory be
John, take hold of your mother

Poor, poor Benzedrine
Lookin' low, lookin' lean
Prop 'em up, big machine
Poor, poor Benzedrine

Prop 'em up and knock 'em down
Swing the girlies all around
Swing the girlies to and fro
One more time, here we go

John, take hold of your mother
Glory be
John, take hold of your mother

Every word I say is true
That is all I have to say to you
Some of what I say is lies
Hold them close

Prop 'em up and knock 'em down
Pass the dutchie all around
Pass the dutchie cool and slow
Wind and rain
And snow