THE RED ROCKER
They call me the Red Rocker . .
' They call me the red rocker'
I was drinking down at 'Ol Jakes Saloon one night and just before the band started to warm up I heard a gruff low voice behind me say
' they call me the red rocker'
I thought it might be Barry Hense or at least a lookalike so I spun round , quick as a flash , but there was no one there
It troubled me , who was this mysterious 'Red Rocker'
I got chatting with some hoodlum friends of mine and after a few slugs of hooch I forgot about it until
I had to visit the restrooms . . . .
I was sitting there, reading my copy of 'The Dandy' which I always keep in the secret compartment of my faux leather briefcase when once again I heard the voice
'they call me the red rocker'
I leapt up onto the loose seat and peered over the thin wall that separated me from the voice . .
no one - not a dicky bird
So I left him to his own resources
. . . . . . . .
Now we jump ahead in time
Three years have elapsed
I'm sitting in a monastery as I have become a Monk
I am in a trance when suddenly I hear the voice again
'They called me the Red Rocker'
Quick as a flash I open the door of the trance and get out - I runs down the pavement towards the haberdashery store - I take a left , a right , another right then straight on for 220 yards then take the third exit onto the motorway until I had reached my destination
I was back at Ol Jakes Saloon
and there was Ol Jake himself - much younger than I had actually imagined him
He looked me in the eye and said
'It is time , time for you to know the secret of the Red Rocker'
then he died
To this day I have not known the answer to the mystery although one of my friends, Alan, did let it slip that he had a portable cassette player and would play pranks on people sometimes involving strange messages .
But I'm delighted to let you know we have this last Les Paul Studio - the one they call - oh what is it again . . .damn
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