Rob, Jay, Nick and I were livin' on a prayer as we played to a bunch of brown eyed girls. We told them to don't stop believing in the gambler, even though he might find himself in a ring of fire one day for the evil ways he showed to sweet Caroline. The girls would shout as on of the short people turned into a tiny dancer and acted like a big shot. If I had a million dollars, or even just a pocket full of fins, I'd twist and shout all the way to the YMCA, where I always find that peacefull, easy feeling. One day soon, I'll probably be living under the boardwalk, you know, to continue the family tradition.
I think we played piano man tonight.
