Don’t shtop me now

Memories

The Galway fellas

“Whist!”

The Blue Nun of Camden

Greatest lay I never had

“Schnufón!”

Teaching the children in the language of our fathers

Curves like I never saw before

Me in my dog collar

Took her to a posh café

And then up the wooden hill

Nearly made it

Ready and willing

To cross the sea for Love

And it’s alright

No bother

Her voice

I had a dream

My baby in the crib

Her gentle honeytone caressing those tiny weird ears

So jealous

She’s out there somewhere

Someone else’s baby caressed

I’ll always remember

About I-MAN