In methadonia, they weeble and they wobble

but they don't fall down

You see, the fed has got their back

and they say it's better than crack, plus

it keeps them mellow and passive. . .

And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia.

There are three around my way, and all day I

see them straying, up the block and down the

stairs, comin' in groups but leaving in pairs

like suckers. With their weeks supply

Your eye and I see you selling the elixir of life

And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia. (2x)

I see you hangin' on my stoop, you better

swoop before I do, some jammies in your eye

because the place in which you're sent

by your liquid orange friend has kept you

from it for so long

And takes them to the land, the land of Methadonia. (3x)