i grew a bonsi cannabis plant in a bong water can

[Intro – strummed acoustic guitar, lazy harmonica hum] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – casual strum, foot-tap rhythm] Found a chipped old bong can out back by the shed Drained the murky water, dumped the dead leaves instead Stuck a tiny cannabis sprout in the dirt I had Named her Bonsai Betty, yeah that’s what I did [Pre-Chorus – rising harmonica, soft snare tap] Neighbors stared through the fence, shook their heads and sighed But I just grinned and waved, let the good vibes ride No fancy plan, no rulebook to abide Just a silly little idea we decided to try [Chorus – full acoustic strum, group vocal harmonies] We grew a bonsai cannabis in a bong water can Why’d we do it? Man, ‘cause we can No rhyme or reason, no grand master plan Just a dumb little dream we made stand [Verse 2 – fingerpicked guitar, playful tambourine] Watered her with bong water with no fear Talked to her each morning, told her she was dear She sprouted tiny leaves, turned a bright green hue Now she’s sitting on the windowsill, looking brand new [Pre-Chorus 2 – harmonica trill, upbeat shaker] My old man laughed, said I’d lost my mind Said that plant would wither, said I’d wasted my time But Betty just grew stronger, beat all the odds Proved that silly ideas are worth all the nods [Chorus 2 – louder strum, foot-stomp rhythm] We grew a bonsai cannabis in a bong water can Why’d we do it? Man, ‘cause we can No rhyme or reason, no grand master plan Just a dumb little dream we made stand [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, quiet vocals] Some folks chase perfection, some chase the fame We chased a silly sprout in a rusty old can It’s not about the harvest, not about the gain It’s about the joy of doing something just ‘cause we can [Solo – bluesy harmonica solo, acoustic guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus 3 – full band, raucous group vocals] We grew a bonsai cannabis in a bong water can Why’d we do it? Man, ‘cause we can No rhyme or reason, no grand master plan Just a dumb little dream we made stand [Outro – fading guitar, soft harmonica hum] Betty’s still growing, right there on the sill A silly little legend, our own little thrill