Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Queen And A King

Hey, Groucho. Whatcha doing?

“Being manhandled. At least I think they’re men. I can’t tell with the haircuts.”

Those are men, Groucho. They’re a band named Queen.

“Well, that makes sense. They’ve been nothing but princes to me.”

They’ve treated you right?

“Better than my last wife. Or the two before her. Maybe I should marry one of them.”

You could do worse.

“I have. Last wife talked so much I got her drum lessons for the quiet.”

You don’t say.

“And dumb, too. She thought grass was green because it was jealous of trees.”

Hoo-boy.

“Now, what type of music do these boys play? You did say they were boys?”

They’re boys. They play rock music.

“Rock music? I bet they sound bolder every show.”

You still got it, Groucho.

1 Comment

  1. Embarrassing confession: when I first looked at the photo, I was wondering why Elvis Costello looked so old when Freddie looked so young . . . .

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