Witch's brew

Have you ever woken up on an unmanned Mars probe

Thrashing through space at breakneck speed

Out the corner of your eye you see the Sea of Tranquillity

You get the funniest of thoughts on the wacky wacky weed

I'm sure Tim Burners-Lee was on the wacky wacky weed

When he dreamed up the software for the World Wide Web

And when Peter Piper picked a peck of bottled pickled peppers

He'd caught a bad dose of the munchies from his Lebonese Red

Where would history have been without wacky baccy weirdos

Dreaming up tomorrow with their weirdly wired minds

Where would Sherlock Holmes have been without his 7% solution

Or did his deal with Dr Watson lead to loads of lucky finds

And when you witches go out for a night upon the cauldron

Frightening a few toads to make them finger licking good

To get a bufotonin breakfast, a Class A meal of mental mayhem

And a little Class C chaser to finish off the food

Or is your tipple vodka tonic ice and slice with olives clashing

Polluting everybody's atmosphere with your nicotine breath

One man's meat's another's poison with our high-speed lifestyles

And who will pay the Piper's penny when we dance the dance of death

So have you ever woken up on an unmanned Mars probe

Or sworn upon your sainted aunt to never no never again

Only to find yourself once more upon the breach of broken promise

Indulging in the witch's brew to keep on the right side of insane