Remember that time when we went roller skating on the moon… I tried to win some pretty trinkets for you. And then we drove into a sea of country band fans, while laughing ourselves black and blue.
Oh, the things that we do.
When a jug of wine just won’t do.
I did it all to be next to you.
When I opened for Rasta Rafiki
You let them crash on your great aunt’s floor.
Then we learned the true meaning of the Hall of Philosophy, my love.
We could mix some James Brown (Hey!) into some Curtis Blow (Hey!) just before that Mephiskapheles song that I want everyone to know. (Hey! Hey!) The dance floor is under our control. There’s pills and shots and whatever it is that Larry grows.
When I opened for Rasta Rafiki
You let them crash on your great aunt’s floor.
Then we found out the meaning of
(Go on Holliday. Go on Holliday.)
the Hall of Philosophy, my love.
(Go on Holliday. Go on Holliday.)
Hey!
© Michael Salamone – Salatone Recordings – Michael Salamone Publishing
