It seems all this talk of food has made me lose my appetite, I need a drink. Strawberry margarita please.
John, just come on in and grab yourself a drink and party on my friend. This is about whatever your mind makes it!
I'm tuned up and tuning up, can't say where that might lead me. Yorkshire, you've made it through the fires! You still have some soot on your ear there, or have you been around the bar-b-que pit?
I see the cats are coming around, makes me want to do a little song...(Willie Dixon)

Well I ain't superstitious, but a black cat crossed my trail,
well, I ain't superstitious but a black cat, just crossed my trail.
Now don't you sweep me with a broom,
that's a sign I'll end up in jail.

Whew-that was fun, need more music, more dancing, more deep-fried candy and more tequila!

So I wonder back to the bar reciting-(Karl Marx)
In flowery grove I lost my way,
where forest spring showers silver spray....