Hangin' With Howard Marks

You and me and the guy from the Sparks

Hanging out with Howard Marks

We're the three musketeers, yeah

Gather 'round with your beers, yeah

There's no need for the fears

Throw a penny into my plastic satellite dish

And make a wish

I wish you farewell

Buy buy, sell sell

I bid you goodbye

Sell sell, sky-high, sell sell

A big fax and a portion of lies

Washed down with a dire choke

Pass the mic to your lover

Turn around and find another

Pass the buck to your brother

Throw a penny into my plastic satellite dish

And make a wish

I bid you farewell

Buy buy, sell sell

I bid you goodbye

Sell sell, sky-high, sell sell