PT-boat on the way to Havana. I used to make a livin' man. Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA. Hooray for the USA. . Baby, baby, make me a loco.
When I woke up this morning from the night before. My brain was pulsating, I was battered and sore. Nothing I tried would satisfy Cold Coke and Pepsi or Canada Dry.