Ant Smith




Figaro, figaro, figaro, figaro



Legalise, Legalise, Legalise,


Don’t just decriminalise.

Mr Marks was a very nice chap

A very nice chap indeed.

He devoted his life to smuggling hash

And that’s all right by me.

He messed about with the DEA

N I thought that was great

But then one day they made him pay

The bastard U.S. - A.

It really is the final straw

When they can come a-

knocking at your door

For staying home

and smoking draw

‘Why aren’t you out on the streets, my son

picking fights and having fun?

I really think you’re a deviant,

Send him down - our will be done!’

You snivelling little miscreant

I wonder if you knew the risk

The night you went to score

A teenth for yourself

A teenth for your mate

N’a quarter for the bloke

Next door

Half a bloody giro’s worth

That was it there was no more

But still you felt

the strong-arm long-arm wrong-arm

of the law

‘Evening all - what have we here?

Oh my lord, oh my dear!

The queen’ll have something

to say about this

Take him away - no last wish!’

So you have to plead your case -

No harm was done

No war was started

No riot begun


It was just a bit

For me mates and me.

But the judge does not agree -

‘We live in the land of the BBC

The royal family and our holy queen

We can’t allow ourselves to be seen

Tolerating this type of ‘scene’

If I had my way I’d have you shot

For spending your giro on a quarter of pot

You must have money, if you want to be free

Take him down - until he believes

In the law of the land, and their majesties -


It goes on and on and on and on

on and on and on

It goes on and on and on and on


There is some kind of

big fuck-up

Recorded in our

Great Law Books

If breathing made us all happy

They’d lock us up, n throw away the key

But instead it’s for cannabis

that they’d like to see us swing


Legalise, Legalise, Legalise, Legalise!

Don’t just decriminalise.