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Sorry to inform you but I heard Elvis is dead. And hanging around London, at any time of year, makes people miserable like the weather.

Funny, it was always me paying for women to go somewhere. I think you watched that Steve Marten David Nivven movie too many times you scoundrel. Ask her for a Rolex and an Austin Martin and a trip to Ascot. If you get that stuff hang on to her and date her daughter.



I know Elvis is dead. This will be a gig with films where the King is still there (like the Comeback Special) with ALL backing trax removed except for E's voice. The band and backing singers are performing LIVE.

Aye, I may be a scoundrel but ask her for a Rolex or an Aston (note the spelling, John) Martin? I would lose her quicker than a month of Sundays... As for Ascot, piece of cake - been there and done that in any case (long before I met Her Ladyship). As it happens, she has a fascination with Queen Elizabeth I and seems to see me as either the Earl of Essex or the Earl of Leicester but not Sir Francis Drake nor Sir Walter Raleigh... I wonder why? I'm too charming to be such a public disgrace, perhaps? Bite me!

Me? Well, I may be a rake and a scoundrel but I'm British. Isn't that how we built the Empire???

God save The Queen (and all who sail in her, like Prince Philip )

What's more, she has NO LIVING RELATIVES and owns an apartment building in the centre of the capital city with 30 apartments in it... Money no object. KWIM?

As I said, BITE ME!

Follow That Dream

Sam
Karaoke King

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Turning that corner again - I have to keep following that dream, no matter what