“I’m Henry VIII, I Am”
I’m Henry the canned eighth, I am
Henry the canned eighth, I am, I am
I got to smokin’ with the widow next door
She’s been out tokin’ seven times before
And every one was an Henry’s Original
She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam no ma’am.
I just canned her eighth old man, I’m Henry
Henry the canned eighth I am
Second verse, sorta’ same as the first
I’m Henry the eighth, I am
Henry the eighth, I am, I am
I got to smokin’ with the widow next door
She’s been out tokin’ seven times before
And every one was an Henry’s Original
She wouldn’t smoke some brick weed or swag
I’m her eighth old man, I’m Henry
Henry the canned eighth I am
I’m Henry the eighth, I am
Henry the eighth, I am, I am
I’ve got heirloom cannabis from the widow next door
She’s been growing in Mendocino from seven years before
And every one was an Henry’s Original
She wouldn’t have a Willy or a Sam
I get my eighths from her old man, I’m Henry
Henry the canned eighth I am
H-E-N-R-Y
Henry
Henry
Henry the canned eighth I am, I am
Henry the canned eighth I am
Yeah!
(Written by Harry Champion, revised by The New Smoker)