We're dealing in truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
Truth, truth, truth!
We're dealing in truth, truth, truth, truth, truth
Truth, truth, truth!
I don't smoke no cheeba, don't mess with dust
I get high on myself
I don't sniff no coke, don't shoot no dope
I get high on myself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You see there once was a boy named Give-Me-Some-Roy
He was much like me or you
Because sittin' by and gettin' high was all that Roy cared to do
Now as a kid Roy sat down in his cellar just a sniffin' airplane glue
And then he smoked bananas, which was then the thing to do
He tried aspirins and Coca-Cola
He even breathed helium on the side
His life was just one endless search, to find that perfect high
Ya see, I don't smoke no cheeba, don't mess with dust
I get high on myself
I don't sniff no coke, don't shoot no dope
I get high on myself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (Take to the sky on a natural high)
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (Leave drugs alone if you want to survive)
You've got the power to get high on yourself (You got it...to get high on yourself)
You've got the power to get high on yourself
But the cheeba just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate chips all night
And the great things he wrote while he was stoned looked like junk in the morning light
Now the speed just made him rap all day and the reds just laid him back
And the cocaine rose was sweet to his nose but the price nearly broke his back
He tried PCP and THC but they didn't quite do the trick
And poppers nearly blew his heart while mushrooms made him sick
Now the acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long
And hashish was just a little too weak while smack was a lot too strong
Now the Quaaludes made him stumble, and the booze just made him cry
And he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew the perfect high
Now Baba Fats was a hermit cat and he lived up in Nepal
High on a craggy mountain top, up a sheer and icy wall
But hell, said Roy, I'm a healthy boy, I'll crawl or climb or fly
But I'll find this guru to give me the clue as to what is the perfect high
So out on goes Give-Me-Some-Roy to a land that knows no time
Of a trail no man could conquer, to a cliff no man could climb
I said for 14 years he climbed that cliff and then back down again he slide
Then he sits and tries to climb it again to pursue the perfect high
Ya see, I don't smoke no cheeba, don't mess with dust
I get high on myself
I don't sniff no coke, don't shoot no dope
I get high on myself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (Don't mess with cocaine)
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (Gonna mess up your brain)
You've got the power to get high on yourself (You got it)
You've got the power to get high on yourself
So he's grinding his teeth, he's coughing blood
He's aching and shaking and weak
Said he's starving and sore, he's bleeding and tore 'til he reaches that mountain peak
And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf
And he snarls the snarl of a rat
Here in perfect repose and and wearing no clothes, it's the god-like Baba Fats
"Hey what's up Fast" says Roy with joy "I've come to state my biz
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip...
Please tell me what it is"
"For you see," says Roy to he, "I'm about to die
So for my last ride, tell me, how can I achieve the perfect high?"
"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats
"Here's one more burned out soul
Who's lookin' for some alchemist to turn his trip to gold
But son you won't find it in no dealer's stash or on no junkie's shelf
If you really, really seek the perfect high then find it in yourself"
"Why you jive [?] sucker [?]", said Give-Me-Some-Roy, "I climbed through rain and sleet
See I've lost 3 fingers from off my hands and 4 toes from off my feet
See I've braved the lair of the polar bear and I tasted the maggot's kiss
And then you tell me the high is in myself, what kind of s**t is this?"
He said, "my ears before they froze off, and I've heard all kinds of crap
But i didn't climb up here for 14 years to listen to this sophomore rap
I didn't climb all the way up here to hear that the high is on the natch
So now you tell me where the real stuff is or I'll kill your guru a*s!"
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You've got the power to get high on yourself
"Well okay, okay", says Baba Fats, "you done forced it out of me"
He said "there is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zabolee. It's a wretched land of stone and sand, where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzutzu tree
And every ten years it blooms one flower, as white as the Key West sky, And he who eats the Tzutzu flower will know the perfect high
Because the rush comes off like a tidal wave and hits ya like a blazin' sun
And the high, it lasts a lifetime, and down don't ever come
But the Zabolee land is ruled by a giant who stands 12 cubits high
With eyes of red and his hundred heads, he waits for the passerby
And you must slay the red-eyed giant and then swim the river of slime
Where the mucous beasts await to feast on those who journey by. And if you survive the giant and beasts, and swim the slimy sea
Well there's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards the Tzutzu tree"
He said, "to hell with the giant, to hell with the witch, to hell with the beasts of the sea
As long as there blooms the Tzutzu flower, then hope still blooms for me."
So with tears of joy in his snowblind eyes, Roy hands the guru five
And back down the icy mountain he climbs, to pursue the perfect high
"Well, that's that," says Baba Fats, as he sits back down on his stone
Facing another ten thousand years of talking to God, alone
"Yes, Lord, you see, it's all the same...old men or bright-eyed youth
It's always easier to hand 'em some wack than to give 'em the plain old truth."
I don't smoke no cheeba, don't mess with dust
I get high on myself
I don't sniff no coke, don't shoot no dope
I get high on myself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
I say you got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (You got it)
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You've got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You've got the power to get high on yourself
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo (You've got the power)
Shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo-shoo
You've got the power to get high on yourself
You've got the power to get high on yourself
