Hangin' With Howard Marks Lyrics

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

Pa*s the mic to your lover
Turn around and find another
Pa*s 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