By, Nan Claire Falkner
“You ain’t nothing but a houndog.” The old man coughed out.
“What kind of guitar is that?” questioned the reporter/singer.
Now listen Boy, this is not a guitarron but a mandolin. On Monday nights I play “Spanish Harlem” with my mariachi band.
And, they all think he’s dead. I got me a Hard Headed Woman and we live In the Ghetto by the Heartbreak Hotel. By the way, you snot nosed reporter, we’re going to “Blue Hawaii” for our honeymoon!
Elvis, wanna-be, left the building strumming his guitar, singing Jailhouse Rock: “Goin’ to the party at the County Jail…”