Friday Night

I've got some groovy Mel Torme radio playin, never been so bored in my life. I wish I had a Gatling Gun. Nat King Cole, man, he was a crooner. Dig the tunes you freaks. Harvey Korman is dead. Mel Torme, he makes me feel all nice inside, like I just had a glass of warm milk. Just swayin a baby bit, a little tear. Lena Horne, what a crazy broad. A guy could get in trouble with a dame like that. Stupid homing pigeon came back today, cased him away with a rake, enough is enough, go back to Vermont with the rest of the dope smoking hippies.