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!