Reefer Madness - The Stuff (Reprise) текст песни

Mae
The kid's a goner
They're gonna make him pay
For the stuff

Jack
Here. Simmer down, willya?

Mae
I've seen my honor
Rolled up and burned away
With the stuff
Well, it's gotta stop

Let go of me!

Jack
What, I'm tryin' to comfort you here.

Mae
I said let go!

I should show him the door
He treats me like a whore
I don't need Jack no more
Or the stuff!

Jack
You dumb slut! That was half a jay of good mooter you just wasted.

Mae
I know.

Jack
Hey...whaddya think you're doing with that garden hoe?

Mae
Taking care of a big, fat weed.

Jack
That's it. Say goodnight, Gracie.

Mae
Goodnight, Gracie.

Mae
So this is it, Jack
Last night of ballyhoo
For the stuff
This one's for Ralph, Jack
Here's one for Sally, too
Had enough?
Yeah, you're not so tough!

You once had all the brains
Now they're just carpet stains
You're in no shape to fight
My bid to make things right
'Cause there's blood upon your necktie
Your corpus is delecti
And I have been delivered from the stuff!