Sittin’ with my girlfriend, edge of her momma’s bed.
I reach down between her knees ,she goes upside my head.
She asks me “What you doin’ boy? You think we’re gonna breed?”
M.J.B.T.W. babe, it might just be the weed.

Might just be the weed, boy
It might just be the weed.
Whatever you think is happening
It might just be the weed.

I look in the rear view and see a big ol’ cop.
He turns on his flashing lights and I roll to a stop.
He says “What’s the problem, son? You’re drivin’ @ 1/4 speed!”
“It felt like 60, Officer, but thank God for the weed!”

Thank God for the weed, son.
Must have been the weed.
Whatever you thought was going on
Might just have been the weed.

Showed up late to class one day  so the teacher called my name
What I did then to Chaucer’s poem was a low-down dirty shame.
She said “Mr. Wheeler, do you even know how to read?”
 I said “I’m sorry, teach, but I think ol’ Geoff mighta been on the weed.”

M.J.B.T.W. Geoff,
Might just be the weed
You think that it’s you writing
But it might just be the weed

M.J.B.T.W. Larry,
It might just be the weed.
Thought I was writin’ down this song
But it might just be the weed.