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!