6/13/2017 10:28:28 AM
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Bob Elliott, The Famous One and Only as I live and breath belaboredly.
(yeah spell check, it's a woid, if I used it, it's a frikkin' woid)
I have not forgotten your fine song.
I just have to be in the right head to do it.
Fear not, proper homage shall be paid you, Sir!
(well, I have to, be, uh, hopeful,
for that one, or it comes out sounding like parody,
and I won't have that, Bob, not for this, this is a fine song,
I'll need a right miracle to drop on my head,
and remind me why I'm alive, and THEN, I'll nail it.
And they keep saying I am due for one.
I don't even believe 'em at this point,
but statistically, mathematically,
it's either that, or I learn how to blow up the sun with my mind,
and I doubt, the universe is in a hurry for me to gain that particular skill.
So, ipso facto pepto bismal, the proverbial dawn is coming,
and all the villagers will dance and rejoice that El Exihente, likes the coffee.)