Contact High Ike & Tina Turner

I was at this party that had the doors all closed
All this funny smoke kept goin' up my nose
They had this joint that they was passin' around
And when they got to me I turned it down

I was already contact high, felt like I wanted to fly
Everybody was goin', "ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch ch-ch, ch"

I really didn't know how much time had passed
But everybody got tired of blowin' that grass
I told 'em at first then I didn't want to smoke
But then reached in the side and pulled out some coke

And I said, "oh, don't do that, don't do that"
I got stoned
Plum wasted
Like, laid, woo

When the party was over, everybody was stoned
Wе was so glued we couldn't go home
I had my wheels, thеy was carryin' me outside
But I was just too stoned to take that ride

'Cause I was out of it! I couldn't split
It was total chaos
Everything just got quieter, and quieter
Peaceful… and quieter, quieter and, ooh