We talk about old restaurants in town which have gone down by the wrecking machine and all the butts that those booths must have seen. A hundred thousand, the count surely be; when it’s all added up, what a greasy mess ’twill be ! What’s in the word of a man with a drum? Will he lie to save face, or tell truth and lose some? Or a dude with a gee-tar and a man with two sticks; can they sing Osmond sweetness, and twang Page’s licks? We talk of good pizzas, bad heartburn and bars; and hope for some Rolaids to put out the fires. So is our tale of this Halloween’s past. So DJAMM it, Good Listener, and DJAMM it FAST !!