I Like Rock and Roll

My cousin laughs at me when I say “rock and roll.” He says I’m old fashioned, I tell him today’s music doesn’t have the same soul.

I woke up this morning singing “I like rock and roll the back of my neck gettn’ dirty and gritty I like rock and roll.’ (Yeah, that must have been some kind of dream.) I couldn’t remember either the dream or the actual words to either song, but I danced through my shower and that’s not a bad way to start the day.

My radio kicked on half way through brushing my teeth, just in time for me to hear Rod Stewart demand to know if I thought he was sexy and if I liked his body so I rocked to classic rock and roll all day. I just couldn’t get those &*^% songs out of my head.

The people in my unit like to sing. They have very eclectic tastes. I taught Mike the words to “Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road”, but he’s still having trouble finding the tune. With a song like that, it doesn’t really matter.

Today I was serenaded by CJ singing “Deep and Wide” and Wes’s version of “If the Devil Doesn’t Like It, He Can Sit on A Tack.” I can’t remember why we held Bible School in my cube, but now I’m singing, “I like rock and roll. And if the devil doesn’t like it, he can hit the road.”

Thanks, guys. I owe you one.