Hi Howya Doin’

High Howya Doin’
by Bill Kozlowski
hi howya doin whacha thinking about
you know you can’t think when you think out loud
you don’t know anything you don’t know anyone
everying is crazy when you’re on the run
once upon a time not so long ago
when i was walkin and i did not know
which way was up which way was down
all i knew that i was coming down
crashing down to earth in a ball of flames
well i was riding that old peace train
when i arrived what did i find?
two thugs-a-waiting just to take me for a ride.
smoking bowls and drinking wine
two shots of vodka and i feel fine
and if i thought that it’d make me sick
well i dropped some acid that’ll do the trick
drivin my car and tripping balls
ran a stop sign, at the mall
howdy k-mart shoppers did you find the blue light?
spinning around in a cop’s delight
out of the car and into the air
well the cop’s all freakin but i don’t care
if he wants to bust me well that’s his trip
mine’s been ruined by this blue suited prick
is it ok?
it’s ok
is it ok?
it’s ok!
is it OK.
hi howya doin whacha thinking about
well i called old mom to bail me out
she laughed at me on the phone
she called me stupid, and said no
i stood there tripping, in the cell
all the walls barred and a shitter from hell
when all of a sudden this dude came up
he asked for my name i was really fucked up
he said hi, howdy, little boy,
want to come and be my toy?
i looked at him and started to freak
this is way too much for the middle of my week
i said no thank you i respectfully declined
and tried to change the subject saying what’s your crime?
he looked at me and smiled and said
killed twelve people shot ‘em in the head
i said oh isn’t this swell i am living in a personal hell
hi howya doin whacha thinking about
well its almost time to get loud
the stories over it was all a lie
i never really trip and i hardly get high
at least if i do i don’t get caught
knock on wood, don’t tell my mom
if she knew she’d call the cops
and heaven know’s then i’d really be fucked
if your bored just call out loud
we’ll smoke a bowl and tip some cows
nothing left to say
is it ok?
it’s ok
is it ok?
it’s ok!
is it OK.