Sometimes I like to reminisce
about the days gone by
People and the places that
used to get me high
Not to say the fog has gone
another place in time
So many ways to put me in
another frame of mind
Where have all the Quaaludes gone...
We’d crush um up pack um in
suck um through that pipe
Gotta thank the Lord my God
for makin’ it through the night
Still I find another way
to go back there again
Shameless little fucker
makes a helluva friend, and
Where have all the Quaaludes gone…
Naked on the beach again
but I’m the only one
So many people just don’t get
my idea of fun
Traffic lights don’t mean a thing
shit we’re almost home
Wakin’ up to Thoroghgood
man we’re bad to the bone
Where have all the Quaaludes gone…
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Lyrics submitted by Felix.