The Ballad of Paddy McWeed – Johnny Crashed
 
 
Well Paddy McWeed was a fine Irish lad                                                   
Raised by a mother who was truly quite mad                                           
She said, “Paddy you know that our kind love to fight”                           
“So when you see something wrong son you’d best make it right"         
 
So Paddy grew up and traveled the land
He followed the Dead and formed his own band
He got on the bus and he often got laid
He swallowed the sun and he drank the Kool-Aid
 
Then he learned how to grow the most magical thing
It made old people dance and young people sing
He said this is my purpose, and here is the seed
Now you shall call me Paddy McWeed
 
So Paddy he walked and he talked and he spoke
Spreading the gospel like a good catholic pope
He converted the skeptics and brought meds to the ill
He even spent time on old Harry’s Hill
 
But the years flew by and Paddy grew older
While the darkness grew darker and the criminals bolder
All the friends he had made they started to rust
When their treacherous tales had all turned to dust
 
So Paddy reflected on what he had done
Like Icarus flying too close to the sun
And as he lay dying alone on his bed
He wished he could sing these words in his head
 
We’re floating downstream like a ship with no paddle
So put down your pipes boys it’s time to do battle
With our guitars and songs they’re sure to get rattled
So put down your bongs boys it’s time to do battle
 
We all can now light up and puff when we please
And grow these fine plants that look like small trees
But now we must wake up there’s a world to be seized
And this is the Ballad of Paddy McWeed