Friday, February 21, 2003

It ain't me babe
No, no, no, it ain't me babe
It ain't me you're looking for ... babe

Ah, for the days when I use to get drunk and sing songs by the Turtles till the wee hours of the morning.

Elenore gee, I think you're swell,
And you really do me well,
You're my pride and joy, et cetera.

Damn, those guys have got to be sixty years old by now, good things Turtles live hundred and hundreds of years, and that's people years, not turtle years. Screw it, I'm going to bed, and make like a turtle ..
And, imagine me and you, I do
I think about you every night
It's only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight
So happy together ...

Damn those guys sure could sing.