I was driving through the night. Into an endless tunnel of fog. When it dawned on me something was wrong. I was in a trance hypnotised. Bored beyond belief. I was listening to the same old song. I know every lick every word. Every nuance. I'm on first name terms with the crew. But I'd better get used to this poop du jour. Sure as hell they won't play anything new. Oh yes I love you really. Classic Rock Radio. Oh my dear it's time for bed. Time for you to go. Everyone is asleep. The pirates took to the water stole the charts. But sadly that didn't go down well with those upstairs. Who require loyalty. The establishment considered. That the uncontrolled appreciation of music. Was a danger to royalty. The mighty empire roared. As Cash 'n' Everitt on the high seas. Looked like they'd get blown out of the water. They did of course eventually come ashore. As meek as mice or to be more accurate. As lambs to the slaughter. Oh yes I love you really. I stand to attention. Oh Fanny I love you dearly. Something else I should mention?. You sweet thing. Let's not talk about MTV. I don't even want to start. I want to take a look at Classic Rock Radio. We're talking about the state of the art. Mr. Grover 'n' Mr Gillian. You musta made a million. The night that Frank Zappa caught on fire. Could you tell us all about it. Keep it short and use my version. Or everyone out there'll think I'm a liar. We can speak about bananas for one second. Just because I understand. You have to get them off your chest. But in the meantime while your talking. Could you do some more of these here ID's. And then this station might maintain some interest. Oh yes I love you dearly. But why do you exist?. Oh yes I love you really. Is there something that I missed?