You're cruisin along playing the radio and just as you pull into the driveway of your destination...it happens. THE song. The one that you really, really, REALLY want to hear starts playing on the radio. Naturally, you're in a situation where you just can't sit there and listen to it and you don't have a copy of it at home to ease that particular yearning with. I tell ya, it's FRUSTRATING!
Oh...wait! I just realized something. It would be MORE frustrating to be trapped in a car driving along and listening to this song when you really want to shake that bootay to the music. I can just see that now. Sitting at a stop light wiggling in the car seat while those around you give you "the look" and roll up their windows just in case it's contagious. They look at you like you're out of your mind or maybe you need to go to the bathroom. "Agnes! You best roll up that dang window before whatever she ails from gets ahold of us!" People! People! People! I'm not a dog that needs to hike it's leg and baptize your tires. Sheesh!
Yep, it's all Autry DeWalt Mixon Jr's fault. I just can't help myself. I make a fool out of myself wiggling my groove thang around like there's a flea a bitin' on my butt. I'm NOT crazy. I'm not suffering from epilepsy or any other kind of twitchin' disease. No, the devil hasn't got ahold of me and I don't steal babies, dogs or cats and sacrifice them in the woods under a full moon.
I'm just an old rocker chick with a few high gears I haven't stripped out yet. I can still rock and roll with the best of them. Especially when my butt is being prodded by that Jr. Walker and his big SHOTGUN.