Happy Birthday, Michael Paz! This is for you, with love: -------- YOU
You some rhythm nation head of state With your Parker Fly and VG-8 Ponytail and Zen master trances Living large and taking chances? You're all that in Big Easy town Mr. Soulful Getting-Down And this traveler's hero through blue fog And Tipitina's, Howling Wolf, Ugly Dog... All the players want to be like you All your friends want you to cry to While you're singing You don't know what it's like Baby you don't know what it's like To be me. ''''''''''''''''' I won't say when But I'll get you back For your wolf-in-sheep's clothing Blindside "humor" attack And it won't be long 'Cause brother you're getting old You like hot grits for breakfast? My revenge is served cold! That grand piano in your living room Warm it up, I'll be there soon Friends means never having to sing alone You gifted wise-ass baritone. -Julius
