We interrupt our regularly scheduled program...

for this brief musical interlude.

Isn't it funny how the old songs pop into your head at the oddest moments? Tonight, it's the Bellamy Brothers with "You're My Favorite Star".

You're my favorite star...
Even though the rest of the world,
don't know who you are.
You're my favorite star.
And away we'll make-a sweet love tonight...
It's gonna take us far!
...
And I'm beggin' Dolly's pardon,
if I'm hurtin' Charley's pride!

Go figure where that one came from... I do like the Bellamy's though, just like I came of age in the days of classic country and truck driving lyrics. (Are they still performing out there anywhere?)

Here'r a few more Bellamy classics you may have heard of:

Let your love flow
Like a mountain stream
And let your lovin' bind you
To all living things...


Gimme-a, Gimme-a, Gimme-a Redneck Girl...


If I said you had a beautiful body,
would you hold it against me?
If I said you were an angel, would you treat me like the devil tonight?
If I was dyin' of thirst, would your flowing love come and quench me?
And if I said you had a beautiful body,
would you hold it against me?

And we end this mardi gras 2008 with another old classic, complete lyrics below, though not from memory:

He turned thirty-five last Sunday
In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense

He gets off on country music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
But he's just too friggin' old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry
Yeah he thinks of John sometimes
And he has to wonder why

Chorus:
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust

He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip
And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy
And in each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more

Chorus

Well, he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo...just up and fade away

Chorus
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he grab on to the new
He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust

We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming... Lyrical flashbacks courtesy of 3+1/2 Leinenkugel Honeyweiss longnecks. (No really, not a heavy drinker, low tolerance and all. Trust me, stone sober, this is good stuff. Go have a listen yourself if you don't believe me.)