Ganjaman

Where's the Ganjahman?
Someone answer
I'm looking for him in the city
Where's the Ganjahman?
I want a bag
To burn in my Philip

I woke up early in the morning
Jumped out of bed and left
To the street in search of marijuana
Went straight to the corner
Under the window where the neighbor
Usually sells weed
But never showed up

Listen to what happened
A police patrol arrived
And like a cat, I ran
Down the alley
Like Don Ramón himself, I hid in my home
And there...
I took a hit from Macario
And asked him 'Hey, is there any weed in your neighborhood?'
He said, 'Come over here and we'll check it out
If something good comes up, then we'll split it'
And I ran to Lavapies
Feeling great, a smile on my face
But when I arrived half an hour later
Nothing, nothing, nothing, no weed
And I yelled...

Where's the Ganjahman?
Someone answer
I'm looking for him in the city
Where's the Ganjahman?
I want a bag
To burn in my Philip

With the mission active
We walked up the street
Towards Gran Vía
We arrived at Santa Ana looking for weed
They say there's a guy with a good reputation
But nothing
And Ganjaman didn't show up
And his phone wouldn't take calls
Bought a pint
And made a stop
And again, starting from scratch to plan the move

If the government allowed growing ganja
But they're not interested
Because people who smoke ganja
Open their minds and progress
Ganjaman in the area
I'm looking for him
From Lavapies to Plaza de España
I don't want to deal with the mafia
I just want the green
To smoke in my chalwah

Where's the Ganjahman?
Someone answer
I'm looking for him in the city
Where's the Ganjahman?
I want a bag
To burn in my Philip