Mi Primo Juan

This is the story of my cousin Juan
Who went to the hospital because he was feeling bad
The doctors saw him every day
And none of them told him what he had

They put him on a diet
Resting in bed
Eating fruit every day
And three little bottles of water

No bread, no salt
No meat, no fish, nothing at all
No bread, no salt
No meat, no fish, nothing at all

And the doctor told him for the pain
Always have weed at home
Always have weed at home, Joe
And be careful with the spies

He planted weed, Juan did
And he got caught, the police took it all
And as he kept wanting to smoke
He went out to the street to buy

No bread, no salt
No meat, no fish, nothing at all
No bread, no salt
No meat, no fish, nothing at all

My cousin went to get some weed that smells good
Weed that smells good, but hurts his stomach
My cousin went to get weed to smoke
Because chemotherapy is making him feel terrible

He doesn't laugh the same way anymore, my cousin
He doesn't laugh the same way anymore, my cousin...