Im a knight in shining armor
with no damsel in destress
my horse has up and left me
and im really in a mess
My armor is all rusted
my castle falling down
my sword is totally busted
and im looking like a clown
Allthough it should bother me
im not feeling down
from this day onward i decree
that ill forever smoke my weed
So here i sit
puffing my magic drag-in
living by the sea
frolicking in the autumn mist
in the land of Waiheke
And even though i should be feeling down
im realy quite inert
and these things out to wound me
dont even realy hurt
So i sit and smoke all day
feeling rather blessed
till i finally find the one
thats better than the rest
Then ill sit and wonder why
i wasted all that time
looking for the perfect mate
when she was there all the time...
