"Monkberry Moon Delight"

Yes, me and Kitty went to see Paul Mac last nite at the Phillips Arena in Hotlanta. What a show. And we weren't disappointed. Altho yours truly is the ultimate Fab 4 fan, Kitty loves Bob Dylan, but her excitement during the concert was genuine. She loved the light show and the crowd was raucous, boisterous, and really into the show. A splendid time was guaranteed for all. I am the eggman, v.c.

P.S. What a legacy! And so many tunes to choose from. Maybe I'm Amazed!

P.S.S.

So I sat in the attic,
A piano at my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata...).
Sore was I from the crack of an enemy’s hose,
And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato...).

Ketchup (ketchup)
Soup and puree (soup and puree),
Don’t get left behind (get left behind)...

When a rattle of rats had awoken,
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat it’s refrain.

So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight
Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel,
Sucking monkberry moon delight.

Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.

Well, I know my banana is older than the rest,
And my hair is a tangled beretta.
When I leave my pajamas to billy budapest,
And I don’t get the gist of your letter (your letter...).

Catch up! (catch up),
Cats and kittens (cats and kittens),
Don’t get left behind (get left behind)...

Monkberry moon delight...
Monkberry moon delight...