At first I was skeptical of the Monkees. Who are they? Do they put anybody down? Do they, as their name suggests, monkey around? Such doubts were soon laid to rest.
As the organist for both my church and the New York Mets, the occasional mix up is to be expected. Again, my apologies to the Emmons family during this trying time.
So fresh out of jail, 200 bucks to my name, living in some slumlord’s “hotel” on Baltic Avenue, I’m a tiny metal top hat, relying on the community chest for handouts