For My Next Number
Home, with a rum drink in hand and my sock feet up on the desk.
*clears throat*
For my next number, in honor of an obscure Mexicanish holiday, here's a sad little risqué romantic ballad, with an island-Samba beat, which I wrote 'way back in the late 1970s. Being as the band is too drunk to play, I'll speak it a capella, and you can imagine the tune.
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Two margaritas and a piña colada,
Sounds like the beginning of a song!
Two margaritas and a piña colada,
Sadly, didn't last very long.
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