Saturday we went over to Christen's house and Jack got to know a nice old fellow named Johnny Walker.
Can't you just hear him: What? I don't have a problem. (mumble mumble)
Later on, much later on, I should so, I got down with some Velvet Moon and a stack of wiggly eyes enticed me.
I'm not sure if it's right or wrong, but it sure felt good, so I might be going to hell.