Who's Ready To Get High Lyrics

Who's ready to get high



Little mambo Sammy puts his fingers on the strings

The lightening flies right off his tips

And the little girlies scream

He pops the pills into his mouth

And walks up to the mike and shouts



Who's ready to get high



I think that evil Satan

He is looking for my soul

He's sittin' on my front porch

Playing cards and then he folds

His turns his shiny head

And then he holds up his syringe and says



Mumble stumble riff raff Gary

He puts in his reply

Harpies come torment his soul

And spit into his eye

He shakes 'em off, unrolls his bag

And holds it up to the sky and says



Who's ready to get high