Maui reefer, Maui reefer, I inhale you
and I like the way you give me a big smile.
When I’ve tokèd and I’ve smokèd I inhale two
pounds of Mauna Loa mac nuts. . .a huge pile.

It’s my style to tempt some others: “Maui reefer?”
is my query; none is leery, faint of heart.
Their brains teem with dream thoughts. . .then “more” requests.
They just lie there and get high there.
It’s not normal they feel; Maui reefer
has got them stoned, they’ve boned a fish—the munchies start.

We’re all higher than the sky on Maui reefer
and feel queerer than on beer bought at the mart.
Our brains teem with dream thoughts; roaring, we jest;
we just lie there on get-high fare.
It’s not normal we feel; Maui reefer
has got us stoned, some scones, delish!—the munchies start.

Maui reefer, mount’nous eaters.