Well, like it's just a shame, man, that these little dudes don't have a proper role model. You know, man, when me and Ronnie're playing, man, it's like more than the Blues, it's like some ancient art, man. Like, we been playing this shit for like forty years, or is it fifty, fucked if I know, eh, who's counting. If only those little bastards could dig it, man, know what I'm saying, like Ronnie an me, we're tight, man.
I mean, man, all these little dudes need to do is like score some good smack, carry a couple of guns and a knife maybe, cop an open tuning off Ry Cooder and like just stagger about on stage, smacked out of your head for fifty years . If you can find some foxy little chick, mebbe young enough to be, like, a schoolchick, man, and you looking like a ten thousand year old Egytian mummy, man, then that's really cool shit, slap her around a bit, y'know, it's what chicks expect. They respect ya for it. Y'know, man, it's like Under my Thumb, right, man?
So what I'm sayin' here is like, Rock'n'Roll, Y'know, man.
It's those Ho-o-o-o-o-o-o--o-onky-tonk wimmin, gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. Ayn-gee, Ay-an-gee, when will those dark clouds dis-a-pe-e-e-ar. Can you dig my shit, man, it's like, Holy, man, no other word for it. Holy shit.
Child abuse? Wow, far out.