Текст песни
Old Ones sit around on sofas
'Cause they're waiting for a buzz
To come inside their brains
Evil sorcerer angrily stirs
His liquid to pour it into a hookah
When his music plays
When he turns the light green
Time on clock is four twenty
We all love his generosity
Evil sorcerer is about to give
In to the haze to feel the mighty blaze
That goes up and down to show it's velocity
He is the one
Who began
Throwing parties in his castle
Who made such a bustle
Smoked all the ancients of the space
No one forgot his face
Wrinkled old man with a beard
Who loves to drink some beer
Old Ones sit around on sofas
'Cause the're high as hell because
The buzz floated into their brains
Evil sorcerer is really high
He can't continue the party
In this endless haze
When he knocked over his
Cauldron of strange liquid
We were promised it was a joke
Evil sorcerer is actual villain
Because we thought that he just joked
But then it turned out that this is not so
It was not a joke
It was so painful to hear that
For real guys
He is the one
Who began
Throwing parties in his castle
Who made such a bustle
Smoked all the ancients of the space
No one forgot his face
Wrinkled old man with a beard
Who loves to drink some beer
