| Song | Drugs |
| Artist | Thingy |
| Album | Songs About Angels, Evil, and Running Around on Fire |
| And I don't even know what to say | |
| 'cept that maybe it shouldn't be important | |
| And I don't even know its name | |
| If it were a dog I'd call him Rover | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| And then something should go right there | |
| There's something 'bout being an alcoholic | |
| And the skyrocketing price of beer | |
| I wish I could do drugs | |
| (That man is real, not made of steel) |