It was April the 41st, being a quadruple leap year. I was driving in downtown Augusta. My Pinto was in the shop so I was in a rented Porsche, and it was overheating. So I pulled into an Exxon station
They said I'd blown a gasket. I said, "Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay pal?" While they were doing that I walked over to a place called the buffalo bar -- a real pit.
But I knew the owner, he used to play for the Giants. I said, "Hi, Gus!" You have to yell, he's a bit deaf. Think I had a wet dream cruisin' throught the Gulf Stream, Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Wet dream!
