I Owe a Lot to Iowa Pot

Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
Iowa grown and grand
I never knew such beautiful boo
Grew in this groovy land I'm in
And I'm indebted indeed to wonderful weed
Iowa raised and born
Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
And that's not just Iowa corn
Oh, I never cared much for domestic
I would always be turning it down
But I just smoked a joint so majestic
So fentestic, it's the best stick in town
And it blooms in this Midwestern section
And there isn't a glimmer of doubt
It could shake a Jamaica connection
'Cause it's cheap, deep, and far-bleepin'-out
Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
Iowa grown and grand
I never knew such beautiful boo
Grew in this groovy land I'm in
And I'm indebted indeed to wonderful weed
Iowa raised and born
Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
And that's not just Iowa corn
Contraband in the land of mañana
Is so ruthlessly risky to cop
While those Iowans cop all they wanna
Camping on a marijuana crop
So just keep your Colombian rip-off
And your shady Canadian scene
'Cause I'd sooner be singeing my lip off
On some straight, great Iowa green
Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
Iowa grown and grand
I never knew such beautiful boo
Grew in this groovy land I'm in
And I'm indebted indeed to wonderful weed, ah-ha-ha
Iowa raised and born
Oh, I owe a lot to Iowa pot
And that's not just Iowa corn
No, that's not just Iowa corn