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!