How marijuana grew in the yard of Aunt Anna,
She smoked no joints and hated the smell,
By the look in her eyes one could tell.
With a broom, in her yard she swept quite often
and spotted this plant all so cute,
just to realise a few weeks later the plant was not-her type at all

Aunt Anna and marijuana shouted each other in Afrikaans, English and Setswana.
The guys at the corner, bra Jux, Ou Ray and Con-man ons lag ons klaar.
“Julle sal eendag vir julle dade betaal,” het sy verklaar.
More lag sy weer as of niks gebeur, koop vir julle cold-rink tip sy ons weer,
Laat die duiwels draai en die wind begin waai
dan skreeu Aunt Anna skoon soos n kraai,
My huis ruik piere dagga!