[Charles Henrickson]

I was once out strolling one very hot summer's day, when I thought I'd lay myself down to rest in a big field of tall grass. I lay there in the sun and felt it caressing my face. And I fell asleep and dreamed. I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie and that I was the star of the movie. This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome should be the star of a Hollywood movie. But there I was. I was taken to a place, the hall of the mountain kings. I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the world in front of every kind of girl--there was black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones. Out of the middle came a lady. She whispered in my ear something crazy. She said. . . .

[speedy]

After all this build up, I don't know -- is this "Spill The Wine"?

[AmericanPhoenix911]

Oh, MAN!
Straight out'a the past! I read those first few words and the rhythm and lazy spoken words came rushing back. Amazing how music can stick so long in your brain....long after more useful things are vanished. Thanks for the memories......