Close, but no cigar.

How do you blow that smoke
out of your ass like that?

Me and Paulie drove up in my Chevy II.
Tommy Pet n the Genie rode tandem
in his Chevy convertible with all of r
gear stacked in the back n in the trunk.

Automobile access ceased about 5 miles
out. We had brought our feet with us, so
we loaded up our backs n walked in the
dark until we came to an open space in
a field on the left and set up the tent
Tommy borrowed from the US Navy.

Who would have ever figured our
bass player to be a gay submariner?


Who would have ever figured that our
field would be occupied by cattle*?

TFTM - gosh. It’s been almost 50 years


*
Remember, we’re all city boys. The
streets are all we’ve ever known.