You blonde, rasta-ish hat, cool mixed couture. Going other way on Canada Line
just after midnight, you look in my way, a bow a bit. Eyes may have caught
each other, you sat...
Well, here we are. The only thing that could have made this Halloween countdown party any more fun is the great Billy Van (RIP) frugging his hairy ass off to the Sadies in a werewolf mask and a pair of shitty old dungarees. Oh, wait!