Okay, on the Fourth of July which was yesterday, I drank a ton of beer. I started before Bob Gordon picked me up and continued after he came by and transported me to Mike’s Tavern in the wonderful West Side of Peoria. I took these photos to preserve these memories and here they are. We’re the kids in America. Woah, oh. Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Looking out a dirty old window,
Outside the cars in the city go rushing by.
I sit here alone and I wonder why.
Friday night and everyone's moving,
I can feel the heat but it's soothing,
Heading down, I search for the beat in this dirty town.
Downtown the young ones are going,
Downtown the young ones are growing.
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Bright lights the music get faster.
Look boy, don't check on your watch, not another glance,
I'm not leaving now, honey not a chance.
Hot-shot, give me no problems,
Much later baby you'll be saying never mind,
You know life is cruel, life is never kind.
Kind hearts don't make a new story,
Kind hearts don't grab any glory.
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Outside a new day is dawning,
New York to East California,
There's a new wave coming I warn ya!
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
Wow.
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music-go-round.
So there.
Ha ha ha. (Obligatory 4th of July mirror shot. See you all tomorrow.)
