It's never too early to tell your children about drug abuse

Mary had a little syringe,
with which she did her dope.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The syringe was sure to go.
Mary love her syringe so,
It was always or her mind.
Only when she went to her grave,
did she leave it behind.


Baba black sheep have you any dope?
Yes sir, yes sir
Lots and lots to go
Heroin for my master
Cocaine for my dame
And hashish for
The little boy,
But they'll be dead
All the same.


Johny, Johny,
Yes papa.
Shorting cocaine,
Not papa.
Telling lies,
No papa.
Open your mouth,
aaaaaaaaaaaa


We Willie Winkie
Runs through the town
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows
crying through the lock,
Save me,
Cocaine's ravaging my brain,
My life is on the block.


Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
and a merry old soul was he.
He called for his hash
he called for his pipe
he called for matchsticks three.
He filled his pipe with the stuff
and took a deep puff
and his sight went dim and hazy.
And finally the soul left
Old King Cole
dead as a dodo was he.