When I'm watchin' my T.V.
And that man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts can be
But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
The same cigarrettes as me
"I can't get no..." and leave it to the karaoke machines to do the sing-along.
Then again; it's such an incredible sound that just hit you. And such a classic
story of Keith writing it in his sleep, recording it on his little Phillips casette
player. Or at least opening up to it, letting the antenna out and capturing
what was there, around him, and in him.
There was just the bare bones of the song, and it didn't have that noise,
of course, because I was on acoustic. And forty minutes of me snoring.
But the bare bones is all you need.




