You got your Shoestone City Ramblers
all cued up. Cute girls are lined up on
the sidewall, and the bandstand seems
ready. Oh sure do wish I was 19 again.
Myrtle Bay, honey, c'mon over here.
Cat's in the meadow, cows in the barn,
and the sheep ran away with the spoon,
or the spoon jumped over the moon....
however that old saw goes. Boy, what
you have done with my brain.
The drummer seems contagious. Are
those tattoos, or did he really fall
arms-first into a bucket of paint?