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 of Methadonia.  There are three around my way, all day I  see them stray, up the block and down the  stairs, comin' in groups and leaving in pairs  like suckers. With their weeks supply  I and I see them selling the elixir of life  And takes them to the land of Methadonia.  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 of Methadonia