I fell asleep at the library last evening. I sat at a cubicle in the back. I laid my head down for a second and I was out. When I woke up, all the lights in the library were out. The library was closed and I was locked in.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I took off all my clothes and ran around yelling and singing. I sang Slow Ride. That’s a great song to sing at full volume when no one is around. I think when Foghat recorded Slow Ride they must have asked the producer and recording technicians to leave the recording studio. Then when they sang Slow Ride in concert they probably had to get pretty drunk so they could feel private again. No wonder they never had another hit. Why would they want to keep living that way?
I got exhausted thinking about how hard life must have been for Foghat. I sat down on the circulation desk.
I heard, “Nothing’s that important.”
I covered myself up and looked around. I saw a copy of Catcher in the Rye sitting next to me.
I said, “What do you mean?”
The copy of Catcher in the Rye said, “Nothing’s worth being that tired.”
I felt great again and I picked up the copy of the Catcher in the Rye and stood up on the circulation desk and we sang,
“I’m in the mood, the rhythm is right,
Move to the music, we can roll all night.
Oooh, oooh, slow ride – oooh, oooh …”
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