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A ragged old derelict shuffled into a down and dirty
bar. Stinking of whisky and cigarettes, his hands shook
as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the
window and handed it to the bartender.
I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was an
F-8 Crusader pilot in Viet Nam but when they retired the Crusader
they cashiered me as well. So I learned to play the
piano on the GI Bill."
The barkeep wasn't too sure about this rather
doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a
while since he had a piano player and business was
falling off. So, the barkeep decided to give him a
try and said, "OK give me a sample of your playing."
The old CDR staggered his way over to the piano
while several patrons snickered. By the time he was
into his third bar of music, every voice was
silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and
music, unlike anyone had heard in the bar before.
When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender took the old fighter pilot a beer and
asked him the name of the song he had just played.
It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going
Balls To The Wall For You!" and I wrote it
myself," he said.
The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but
the piano player then went on with a knee-slapping,
hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place
jumping. After he finished, the fighter pilot
acknowledged the applause and told the crowd the
song was called ,"Big Boobs Light My Afterburner." He then excused
himself as he stumbled and lurched to the john.
When he came out the bartender went over to him and
said, "Look Commander, the job is yours, but do you
know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the old fighter pilot replied, "Hell, I
wrote it!"
bar. Stinking of whisky and cigarettes, his hands shook
as he took the "Piano Player Wanted" sign from the
window and handed it to the bartender.
I'd like to apply for the job," he said. "I was an
F-8 Crusader pilot in Viet Nam but when they retired the Crusader
they cashiered me as well. So I learned to play the
piano on the GI Bill."
The barkeep wasn't too sure about this rather
doubtful looking old guy, but it had been quite a
while since he had a piano player and business was
falling off. So, the barkeep decided to give him a
try and said, "OK give me a sample of your playing."
The old CDR staggered his way over to the piano
while several patrons snickered. By the time he was
into his third bar of music, every voice was
silenced. What followed was a rhapsody of sound and
music, unlike anyone had heard in the bar before.
When he finished there wasn't a dry eye in the place.
The bartender took the old fighter pilot a beer and
asked him the name of the song he had just played.
It's called "Drop your Skivvies, Baby, I'm Going
Balls To The Wall For You!" and I wrote it
myself," he said.
The bartender and the crowd winced at the title, but
the piano player then went on with a knee-slapping,
hand-clapping bit of ragtime that had the place
jumping. After he finished, the fighter pilot
acknowledged the applause and told the crowd the
song was called ,"Big Boobs Light My Afterburner." He then excused
himself as he stumbled and lurched to the john.
When he came out the bartender went over to him and
said, "Look Commander, the job is yours, but do you
know your fly is open and your pecker is hanging out?"
"Know it?" the old fighter pilot replied, "Hell, I
wrote it!"