I’m Going To Be A Happy Idiot

When You Turn Out The Light, I've Got To Hand It To Me. Looks Like It's You And Me Again Tonight Rosie.

Talk About Celestial Bodies.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

My Forays Into Trying To Date Girls My Own Age From The School I Went To Were All Pretty Tortured.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.