Danged...

Here I take my boney blues-butt off fir the day and expect to come home and find 'bout half a dozen full figured floozies ready to shake their money-makers and all I get is, well, a bunch of lame excuses... You know... No money... Bad hip (didn't look so bad last year, Genie), gull stones, famine and pestulants...

Well, I ain't takin' no fir an answer...

(What you gonna do, Boberdz??? Hold yer friggin' breath until you turn blue???)

Yeah, that's exactly what I'm gonna do!!!

Danged bunch of finicky womenz... No wondwer I'z a danged bluesman... &$*&%&*^%*T&$Gg.... Grrrrrrr!!!

B~