paroles de chanson Puffy Cloud (Live) - Ween

Drift away on a puffy cloud
Float away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'Cause Gena and I smoke too much pot

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy, cloudy
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloud

It's pretty bad news, man
You should just forget
(Aw, man)
No way
(Reggae-junkie-jew)
(Naw, naw, second verse)

Float, float away on a cotton ball
We write songs about the clouds
My brain is dead from too much pot
'Cause Gena and I smoke too much pot

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud (everybody)
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloud

Alright, everybody, sing it

Drift away on a puffy cloud
Float away on a puffy cloud
My brain is dead from too much pot
'Cause Gena and I smoke too much pot

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy cloud
Cloudy, cloud (I'm over here)