Rasta-Disasta-Reggae Songtext

I stand up for my right, I wanna smoke my Pipe, World would be a Paradise, Legalize it, Legalize! I´m coming from Jamaica, this Land I really lik - a I´m the greatest Musikclown From Old Kingston - Town. But now i´m jetzt in Europ - a My Head is full with Dop - a I make mir Zöpfchen in my Haar und look like a Rastafa. Reggae, Reggae! If you are a Rasta - Man you can make a lot of Zaster then, you climb the Charts up easily with this simple Philosophy: I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana, I wanna, I wanna smoke Marihuana! Now I´m a little Rastafa with a lot of Knotel in my Haar, ob Dope oder Jamaica Rum, I wanna be in Delirum. Now i´ve to tell you and it is true, to smoke is what we have to do, oh for a World in Harmony, that´s my Philosophy. I wanna, I wanna, smoke Marihuana, I wanna, I wanna, smoke Marihuana! And now, listen People, I´ve Something to tell you. Maybe there are Problems in this World, war, Rassism, and I - I don´t Know. Maybe it´s a bad World, but I don´t want to see it, oh no no no no! All we have to do is to smoke, Yeah, to smoke and you kick your Troubles away like a Coconut. Yeah, you see, it´s easy! And now, you buy my new Record and sing this little Song with me, Okay, come on all, with this beautiful Reggae - Melody, and this stupid Philosophy, Yeah, and it goes like This, huh come on! I wanna, I wanna, smoke Marihuana, I wanna, I wanna, smoke Marihuana!