Glad to see there are so many. Thanks for all the responses. Let me post one more of my own.

--- Steve

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PASSING BOO

Words: Stephen L. Suffet © 1997, 2001
Music: "Passing Through" by Richard Blakeslee © 1948

I heard the sirens sound, and the squad cars came around,
They brought out their guns and night sticks, too.
Wow! I thought it's somethin' thrillin', like maybe another killin',
But it's just a bunch of pot-heads passin' boo.

Passin' boo, passin' boo,
Panama red or 'pulco gold,
It don't matter young or old,
When you're just another pot-head passin' boo.

There are murderers galore, thieves are jimmyin' the door,
There's the Cosa Nostra and all their bloody crew,
But instead of fightin' crime, cops are spendin' all their time,
A-bustin' all the pot-heads passin' boo.

Passin' boo, passin' boo,
Let me roll a joint for you,
Then you'll take a toke or two,
And you're just another pot-head passin' boo.

Well, I hope you like my song, and I know it isn't long,
And when I'm done guess what I'm gonna do.
Gonna find some Kennedy kids and score a couple of lids,
'Cause they're just a bunch of pot-heads passin' boo.

Passin' boo, passin' boo,
In the projects or the pokey,
Or the White House have a smokey,
There's an awful lot of pot-heads passin' boo.

Last night I had a dream that on my TV screen,
I saw our fearless Willie Clinton spew:
I feel your pain now that you're jailed, but you shouldn't have inhaled,
'Cause you're just a rotten pot-head passin' boo.

Passin' boo, passin' boo,
Democrats or G.O.P.,
It's the same hypocrisy,
When they crack down on the pot-heads passin' boo.