The regular crowd shuffles in.
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and vodka.
He says, son, can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes.
But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes.
Brought to you with a little help from O's "pop pop."
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It's interesting that the same "Pop Pop" who never let his own children beat on the piano with plastic farm animals is happy to play a cadence to Mr O's performance!
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