I got a phone call today from Mr. Nice. He has oftened called...once or twice. He's on stage in town asked me to come down. I was five minutes late I had to pop by the gates. I stood at the side and I listened and I tried. To imagine a life that gave him that smile. An audience where that reads on the bill. A man that made his millions smugglin' for thrills. ooooohh. Master of skies and masters degrees. Who's goal in life is to set what grows free. I would drink and smoke while some think it's a joke. When someone's in pain you can't take up a string. And I like stories told and well 'til I'm old. Are the ones growing up are going to love what we know. Is it going to fast am I living in the past? Do we think anymore?. Or live behind closed doors?. ooooohh. There's something about a man on a stage. That'll make you listen and think I want to come back again. And so Mr. Nice there it is. I'm glad you called I had me a ball. ooooohh.