Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I can't stay away It's getting higher and higher With the fire we make It's getting hotter and hotter Like a moth to a flame From the fire we make Like the night to the day

Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty. Bring me reefer when I want to get high. Well you know there should be no law on people that want to smoke a little dope. Well you know when I'm lonely Bring my woman set her right down here by my side. Well you

I can promise you Let's get high on believing Yes, I am a dreamer too I can promise you, I can promise you We are dreamers together Always and forever Yes I am a dreamer too Wandering the streets tonight If you're looking for a home

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see

I wanna get high, I wanna get low Come on, I wanna smoke a little spliff with you Smokin', smokin' love I wanna get high, baby let's go Smokin, smokin' love Small world we're livin' in, rock set in stone One life I've been livin' in, come on let's go

You like to smoke but you ain’t smokin' what we smokin' on Bet you get high but I ain’t smoking with the rest though Cause if it’s in my joint, believe that it’s the best smoke I’m talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit

I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they