Hello There Howard Lyrics

the guy on my right is new

and he says he feels kinda sad and his hands are cold

and he refuses the dice

so I pick 'em up myself.

I let 'em roll.



and the little white spots gleam like stars

and the guy on my right gets a look at the stickman

and he begins to sense where it is that we are

and the table's hot

but so am I

and I grab the bones and I let 'em fly.

so come 2 come 3 come 4 come 5 come 6 come 7 come 9

it doesn't matter to me now

'cause I've got all kinds of time.