ANOTHER SONG ABOUT DRUGS?

I’m sure we all can easily name several songs from the vintage years that either unquestionably were, or were rumored to be, in whole or in part, about drugs. In case you haven’t had your morning cuppa joe yet, here, not in chronological order, are a few to get you going:

Undeniably Unquestionable – The Pusher, Don’t Bogart That Joint, Coming Into Los Angeles, Six Days on the Road (the original version)

Rumored (or maybe unquestionable depending on your viewpoint) – Puff The Magic
Dragon, Eight Miles High, Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds

Well, I think I found one more that’s suspect. A while ago I upgraded my Mamas and Papas Greatest Hits single CD to a more comprehensive 2 CD set. It was sure wonderful to hear a lot of the old album tunes I used to listen to back in the 60s, the ones that weren’t big hit singles, and thus never get played on most oldies stations. The song I’m referring to is “Straight Shooter.” Back in my student days, I was pretty naïve. I was also (and still am) pretty square. So I wouldn’t immediately have associated terms like “shooting” and “holding” with drugs, evening thought I’d heard them used in that context. In fact, I remember listening to this song in the (non-coed) dorm with some of the girls, giggling because we thought the line “…what your holding, half of that belongs to me” might mean…uh-oh…a baby! You know, like that freshman girl down the hall who suddenly had to drop out and, it was whispered, get married! Oh, those were different days all right. Anyway, I’ve never seen this song on anyone’s list of oldies about drugs, and even if I am right, it doesn’t change anything for me. It’s a wonderful vintage oldie, and real vintage Mamas and Papas too.
STRAIGHT SHOOTER (click for YouTube vid. It was recorded live at Monterey, and thus is not a perfectly balanced studio recording, but it’ll take ya back, guaranteed). Meanwhile, here's the lyrics; see what you think.

Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie.
Don't make me sad; don't pass me by.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.
You can bring me love; you can hang around.
You can bring me up; don't you bring me down.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.

I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for.
Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door
No more!
You can bring me love; you can hang around.
You can bring me up; don't you bring me down.
Baby are you holding, holding anything but me?
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter, if you know what I mean.

I've been searching all night, just to find what I'm looking for.
Baby, baby, treat me right, or I won't come round your door
No more!

Don't get me mad; don't tell no lie.
Don't get me sad; just get me high.
Baby, what your holding, half of that belongs to me.
'Cause I'm a real straight shooter
(Baby, don't you get me down...)
I'm a real straight shooter...
(I've been searching all night long...)
I'm a real straight shooter (baby) if you know what I mean -
If you know what I mean.