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Now when I go to work, I work all day,
Always turns out the same.
When I bring home my hard-earned pay
I spend my money all on mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Oh if a man should look tame now, mean and mature,
They all turn out the same.
’cause they can’t do nothing to make a man feel good
Like my old mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Now I walk in the street now lookin’ for a friend
One that can lend me some change.
And he never questions my reason why,
’cause he too loves mary jane.
Mary jane, mary jane, lord, my mary jane.
Well, I have known women that wanted no man,
Some that wanted to stay.
But I never knew what happened in this world
Till I met up with mary jane,
Mary jane, mary jane, lord my mary jane.
Oh, when I’m feelin’ lonesome and I’m feelin’ blue,
There’s only one way to change.
Now I walk down the street now lookin’ for a man,
One that knows my mary jane,
Mary jane, mary jane, lord my mary jane.
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