Mr 38

a fugue state with mates is where the story began
one said I can smoke way more than you can
oh it was on and it was winner takes all
who would smoke too much and be the first to fall
the mix was chopped and the challengers ready
their chests were tight but their bong grip steady
the rules were set the beugle royal begins
how many cones before they’re all in the bin

Mr 38
He’s Mr 38
So far he’s looking fine (he’s right)
but will he cross the line (tonight)

He’s Mr 38
That’s Mr 38 to you
He’s hanging on just fine (he’s right)
but will he cross the line (tonight)
Mr 38!

so we’re 30 cones in and the outlook was grim
could have been a contender now chances were slim
his limbs grew leaden would he kick the bucket
two spews down and there was barely a ruckus
his brain wasn’t home but his heart was still strong
He pulled 37 but not the name of this song
His lips were trembling as we all thought too late
But he did us one more so he’s now 38!

Mr 38
He’s Mr 38
So far he’s looking fine (he’s right)
but will he cross the line (tonight)

He’s Mr 38
That’s Mr 38 to you
He’s hanging on just fine (he’s right)
but will he cross the line (tonight)

Mr 38!