The player cued up my new (but old to me) song
Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on
And Charlie the Cockatoo started rocking out. Dancing: bobbing. Waddling to and fro on his perch. Crooning.[1]
Jeepers: my wife's bird is a friggin' hillbilly.
[1] Cockatoos are not, in my brief experience, what you would call melodious. More like a happy-go-lucky drunk who insists on singing his favorite song, loud and off-key.
Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
Lonely, lonely streets that I call home
Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music
It's the only thing that keeps me hangin' on
And Charlie the Cockatoo started rocking out. Dancing: bobbing. Waddling to and fro on his perch. Crooning.[1]
Jeepers: my wife's bird is a friggin' hillbilly.
[1] Cockatoos are not, in my brief experience, what you would call melodious. More like a happy-go-lucky drunk who insists on singing his favorite song, loud and off-key.
