I do wish I had music on my site
For in my younger days my record player never stopped
"Blue moon---I saw you standing alone
Without a dream of your own--" my part
I was one of the two token whites on the Barracudas
From there the two lead singers took over
But could this white boy dance
Spinning around in one motion both knees on the floor
Our do wop dance routine too much to ignore.
We won the talent show that in the Far East
We won a trip home to the semifinals I went home
San Francisco nightclub known as the, "Hungry I"
But I didn't go--my singing would hold up the show
Marcie--his girlfriend, Marcel---The Marcel's--could it be?
All I know is the Barracudas had to change their name
For in the states another band made that claim
Then there was the night I was Elvis and Liberace
The band on the stage was really bad, bass, fiddle and washbasin
My friend said, "Common Dandy, we can do better than that?"
But what could I do, "You ain't nothing but a hound dog
Crapping on my floor." As bored as we the crowd did roar,
A few corny jokes, "And let me introduce my brother George?"
I had no idea my friend could play the guitar and sing
Next morning I awoke from a drunken stupor and he said,
"We got it!" "Got what?" Every Friday night giga the officer club
I can't get that drunk every Friday night--He did a solo.
I have ten thousand albums--can't figure how to get them on