Hey, this is fun. Let's see . . .

"He was born in Oklahoma/his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz . . . "

"Come back to us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard . . ."

"Oh, Sharon! Look what you've done to these men . . ."

"Donald and Lydia . . . mostly they made love from 10 miles away."

"Had an apartment in the city . . . me and Loretta liked livin' there."

"I knew a man, Bojangles . . . "

"Has anyone here seen Roberto Duran/I met him once, yeah I shook his hand/I looked in his eyes and now I understand/the love and the anger in the eyes of Roberto Duran . . . Has anyone here seen that Mexican girl/she lives up on 3rd Street in her own little world/a saint in the window and the rosary beads in her hand/yeah, the smile of an angel and the eyes of Roberto Duran . . . "

"Two brothers, name of Sandoval/horse thieves from Boquilas . . . "

"Howdy boys, my name is Charlie/ born in Chickasaw County Jail/my father, Albert, he was Sheriff/he shot horse thieves, deer and quail . . . "

"My name is Mary Clare Malloy/I was born in County Cork/at 16 years of age I sailed the seas for old New York/with 700 picture brides all torn 'tween hope and fear/at last we spied Manhattan/and the famous Isle of Tears . . ."

"He said, 'My name is Nakashima/and I am a proud American/I came here in '27 from my homeland of Japan/and I picked your grapes and oranges/made some money, I bought a store/until 1942, Pearl harbor and the War . . . "

And then one for the "no-namers":

"She was livin' in a Cadillac/bedded down in the backseat/on a backstreet in the Hollywood hills/with a shoebox museum of memories/old photoes and medical bills/she'd been a great actress in two dozen movies/played Shakespeare on the great London stage/before the three husbands, six kids and bad breaks/of 58 odd years of age . . . Him they called fat boy/wore gray overalls/and he clocked in at 400 pounds/with a passion for food and film magazines/he'd been a top critic downtown/he'd seen all her movies, worshipped her face/heard her story and took her on in/though she bore no resemblance to the star he adored/'The film's over, boys, real life begins' . . . She told him of a fountain of youth in the hot Texas earth/'It'll heal and renew us/it's somewhere west of Ft. Worth'/she'd met Errol Flynn there at the Crazy Water Hotel/and they danced down the street in the moonlight of old Mineral Wells . . . "

--Rob-o