THAT was a good song.  Although it got

Tagged and bagged by the astute from the

Beginning...on into its geriatric rest behind

The fringed lines of rolling rock & roll tides

Played by the pops ad infinitum over network

...Heard but NEVER really ever to be listened

To by the New Texas Neocon Jingoist ranting...

Drones and the puppet masters who pull their puds

While fantasizing over big revenues and submissive...

Youth of varied sexual proximity to their greedy

Spite, & simply born that’a way point-of-view....

I’ve often figured ol’ Billy Joel has driven his car...

through some stranger’s porch into th’ living room while...

getting pizzed, tippin’ back a bottle, over that song...or one of its ilk