Taj says, "I get it a lot in the ear, from the phone." Taj says, "maybe it's positively charged, or maybe it's negatively charged, that's why I get it a lot in the ear, from the phone." Taj says, "I just start the ball rolling, but it's not always a good ball." Taj says, "I want a Manhattan, Jim Beam Rye, and bitters." The bartender says, "Good choice." I'm sucking down a Sapphire & tonic, saying, "don't leave me Taj." Sitting on a barstool alone ain't good, when you know the names of the owners, and the guy mixing music upstairs. Give me another, sit me stuck in a booth in the corner. Give me another, dark easy chair, lounging, lounge, angle me, long into the night-morining fog. Give me another. Taj says, "I get it a lot in the ear, from the phone, but it's not always a good ball." I say, "give me another." Taj says, "if Jesus died like Elvis did, we'd all wear toilet bowls around our necks." Taj says. Give me another!