Another Drive For Touchdown Tony

Getting a good slot You may have to play a lot When experience is fed Hours worked worried about reality debt You arrived noted as a star Talked about inside the local bar Needing a transition in life Having the power to say a my kid and wife Taking your time Success coming at another’s dime Driving in Listening to rock roll sin Or the barking voices Making rhetoric noises This was the place to go Since they said you know About the ball you throw Checking the hour Glimpsing at the bank clock tower Entering the security gate Person inside the booth makes you wait “I know you from the college game Please let me know your name?” Pushing the button to let the window down Smiling no need for a frown You did not lie Telling the uniform guy “Touchdown Tony You know me from your flat screen Sony” Defense trying to assist Being the right guard checking the list “Touchdown Tony I know you are not a phony Welcome to the Land of Broadcasting to the Lonely” Taking his ride to another level Touchdown Tony cruising like the Great Satan devil Finding the best slot Parking himself thinking he was still hot Sitting there Nothing to fear Elevator in the midst Up down it will go hit or miss Suddenly a one arm bandit appears Still having a fortune’s ability to steer “I am so glad You came Dad Pull my arm give it a spin Touchdown Tony once again you may win” You left the car Not showing any disfigurement scar This is going to work A good idea to pay the bills from the flying stork Everyday Touchdown Tony went back Communicating in a sound track Observing other quarter backs Get sacked It was then You decided to retire to the den Being the perfect Ken Barbie serving you naked wings As she tried to sing A lovely lullaby Putting her child to bed not hearing a cry Only a sigh Knowing she married a rich guy