To relive the Woodstock days.

Hands on the handlebar of a Harley, breeze blowing through the hair.

Jail house rock with a twist.

Man, those good old times.

Will give all my wealth to play in NBA again MJ

Eyes like an eagle seeing through the smoke.

Deep voice serenading. A dream to soar with the dove.

Cigarette lighter shines the path, wrinkles cast shadows.

Viagra, Pi in eye and I can rock my beau again!