Friday, September 16, 2011

Music Interlude
The Ghost of Stephen Foster

A tasty ditty from Squirrel Nut Zippers...

"Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Ships were made for sinking,
Whiskey made for drinking,
If we were made of cellophane, we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster."


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