Guy (Smoked All His Dope)
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Rough mix by zim. Lyrics as sung differ slightly from Rob Eddy's original, which is appended below.
AS SUNG: I know it isn’t practical He’d rather you not know how far he’s driven Guy is just a silhouette of his former lifelessness -- he’s Standing coatless and then Forgiving, forgiven And if you were lying in a glass-bottom boat You could see the light flashing in the pool behind his eyes If you were in the family way he’d say Hey (Hey) I (we) Start the giving tree Guy smoked all his dope Guy smoked all his dope Guy smoked all his (x 2) Guy loves the way your hair falls down in whispers and he He really loves the corners of your mouth You were in the family way He’d say Hey (Hey) I (we) Call him Samuel Guy smoked all his dope (etc.) Guy loves the way you cross your arms and shake your hairbrush He really loves the corners of your mouth -- the skin that’s there Flashing through the smokey jets of his last-drawn cigarette The scrapes on his shins -- forgiving Guy smoked all his dope (etc., then repeat) ROB EDDY'S ORIGINAL: I know it isn’t practical He’d rather you not know how far he’s driven Guy is just a silhouette if his former lifelessness Standing coatless and then, forgiving, forgiven And if you were lying in a glass-bottom boat He can see the light flashing in the pool behind your eyes If you were in the family way he’d say "Hey ... I'd ... start 'The Giving Tree' " Guy smoked all his dope Guy smoked all his dope Guy smoked all his (x 2) Guy! loves the way your hair falls down in whispers He loves the corners of your mouth, how he's told us Rising through the smokey jets of his last-drawn cigarette With scrapes on his shins, forgiving, forgiven Guy smoked all his dope (etc.) Guy! loves the way you cross your arms and shake your hairbrush He loves the corners of your mouth, God he's told us If you were in the family way, he’d say, "Hey ... I'd ... we'd ... call him Samuel" Guy smoked all his dope (etc.) And now he's clean
