By Harish Trivedi
Wouldn't this be great with Bill's Doughnut (Centerville) or any of your favorite doughnut shops?
Sure looks like our own little 'Stairway to heaven...'
Now sing with me...to the tune of 'Stairway to heaven...' (and if possible imagine yourself in a smoke-filled bar dancing a slow dance with a woman you do not know...you sense that she is not wearing a bra and is clutching YOU ever so closely.....making something stir.... everything is just so guru-vee... (Okay, never mind that last part...)
Oh Led Zeppeling where are you?
so here it is, with apologies to Led Zeppelin....Let's sing
There's a lady whose sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a doughnut ice cream sandwich to heaven.
When she gets there, she knows if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a doughnut ice cream sandwich to heaven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
Theres a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the world will echo with laughter.
Don't be alarmed now...
And it makes me wonder.
Oooooohâe, hooo...!
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And in the mood that has nothing to do with doughnut ice cream sandwich ... I am just in THAT nostalgic mood... So here it goes -
' Hey Billy Joel, my Piano Man, where are you when I need you? Com'on sing a song for this old man, you know, that one called the Piano Man (a part of lyrics is printed to help you sing...)
It’s nine o’clock on a saturdayThe regular crowd shuffles inThere’s an old man sitting next to meMakin’ love to his tonic and ginHe says, son, can you play me a memory? I’m not really sure how it goesBut it’s sad and it’s sweet and I knew it completeWhen I wore a younger man’s clothesLa la la, de de daLa la, de de da da daChorus:Sing us a song, you’re the piano manSing us a song tonightWell, we’re all in the mood for a melodyAnd you’ve got us feelin’ alrightNow ...
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And finally one story about a some what drunk patron who enters a bar with his pet goat. He orders a drink for himself and leaving the goat unattended goes to restroom.
When he returns he finds the goat missing. He asks patrons at the bar about the goat but no one seems to know anything about the goat. So in utter desperation he goes to the lead singer of the band that was playing that night and asks, 'Do you know where my goat is....?" The lead singer thinks for a while and says, 'I don't know, but if you hum, I can make up the lyrics...."
Black out and the obligatory drum roll Purrr, pum ...
