Ain't No Use Jiving, Ain't

Keep A Good Head And Always Carry A Light Bulb.

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

I Was Headed For The Fantastic Lights. No Doubt About It. Could It Be That I Was Being Deceived? Not Likely. I Don't Think I Had Enough Imagination To Be Deceived; Had No False Hope, Either. I'd Come From A Long Ways Off And Had Started From A Long Ways Down. But Now Destiny Was About To Manifest Itself. I Felt Like It Was Looking Right At Me And Nobody Else.

I'm Just Glad To Be Feeling Better. I Really Thought I'd Be Seeing Elvis Soon.