chorus when the birds are singing yeah we ll puff that weed when the streets are dimming we ll puff that weed when the cops come knocking we ll hide that green when they ve gone and been proceed to puff that weed verse 1 a dealer named joel had come from staines with 10 keys of weed and a bucket and spade we filled them up and took them upstairs and weighed the lot on a set of kitchen scales it was worth a leather case of paper laid out neat what a cartoon caper curtains shut but we missed a crack which a neighbour saw and caught us in the act i wasn t sure if she had witnessed i closed them tight and took a deep breath back to business and i insisted we speed up the deal i had to get to bed the dealer stood case in his hand ready to leave me with a binbag of grass the door bang banged loud as bell rang i heard a shatter of glass and then we both gasped chorus when the birds are singing we ll puff that weed when the streets are dimming we ll puff that weed when the cops come knocking we ll hide that green when they ve gone and been proceed to puff that weed verse 2 was it the police we knew it had to be why the racket their breach of ma peace to catch me with this stash of green i need to hide it quick won t you helpme please the dealer got onto a step ladder and reached up opened a trap door i had been too lazy to touch i passed him the bag of buds he shouted back that we were in luck he jumped back down and said hidden well no eyes scanning the roof could ever tell where the weed is i ve hung from a rope into an abandoned garden well what i shouted that was nuts if my weed got wet i ll lose the lot i waited not or no ifs or buts i climbed that ladder and i pulled that rope chorus when the birds are singing we ll puff that weed when the streets are dimming we ll puff that weed when the cops come knocking we ll hide that green when they ve gone and been proceed to puff that weed verse 3 up came nothing as the doorbell raged i jumped down shouted go away i m busy as hell and i ve got a blocked drain please come back another day still the doorbell rang reluctant i opened the door ready to get violent there standing in her slippers and gown was the neighbour who had checked us out can i buy some weed i saw that you have lots my bones are heavy and they ache a lot if you sell me a little pot i ll bake you a pie and keep a watch for the cops actually i said my pot is lost down a deep hole in the garden i m told do you know how i may retrieve it there s an ounce in it for you if you help yes she said i know a passage into the well long uninhabited if you accompany me give me a hand 3 hours later and panic over we turn up with our green clovers we laugh at our paranoia s and pu that weed and not a sniff of the police chorus 