VodkaPundit

Twenty, Twenty, Twenty-Four Hours to Go

I just read the news from the Prof. Deedee Ramone is dead now, too.

Drugs are suspected, but I can’t imagine why.

Just get me to the airport, put me on a plane
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go insane
I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my brain
Oh no oh oh oh oh

Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show
Hurry hurry hurry, before I go loco
I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my toes
Oh no oh oh oh oh

Good pick, Glenn. That was my fave, too.