My how times have changed. Marijuana is the least of our problems. If it’s the Devil’s flower, then thank you. The now-antiquated films of the fifties and sixties are laughable at best, and show how simple it really was to just blame it on the Devil. The song manages, despite it’s laughably inaccurate predictions, to find a small measure of merit just for it’s catchiness.
“Marijuana, the Devil’s flower, if you use it, you’ll be his slave; Marijuana, it brings you sorrow, and may send you to your grave.”