Those 70ish Girls

I realize this is a little out of the ordinary for an MG blog, but I’m going to share it with you, anyway. It’s a rough draft of a song I’m writing for a special group of guys. I haven’t found the right music yet, but I’m open to suggestions for the song and soundtrack. 

I’m messing with these guys a little.

Maybe the soundtrack could be along the lines of this:

 

 

If you didn’t see him coming, but you knew that he was here

If you saw a ring of smoke around his beer

If he saunters on over and he smells familiar

If he has a crooked smile and one lopped ear

He’s doing fine so far, but no cigar

He can belly up to the bar but no cigar.

He can stay a while and listen to their stories

but cigar smoking buddies are elite

You can’t just smoke any old stoggie

And you can’t pour a drink that isn’t neat

He’s doing fine so far, but no cigar

He can belly up to the bar, but no cigar.

Cigar smokers might be braggadocious

But they don’t identify as athletes

You might say they’re precocious

If you miss their story there will be repeats.

He ‘s doing fine so far, but no cigar

He can belly up to the bar, but no cigar

If he tells you he was born in the forties

And he’s been smoking cigars since he was eight

If he opens up a box and offers you a Cuban

maybe you should re-evaluate

*******

They’ll all belly up to the bar and smoke cigars

They’ll tell him they were all football stars

They’ll chase elite, neat drinks down with a beer

and invite the new guy back each time he’s here