SALUTE

A salute to my father, who survived the Normandy invasion to pass on more than musicality

Salute

All day, all night, I wail like you do

The sway in my walk and my razzamatazz salutes you

There you are when I drum on the dash when I’m driving

And the hustle and slide of every phrase I sing just swings
with your rhythm and good-time timing

It’s this baby-boomer`s dream to be light on my feet like you

when my hair is grey, and in Timbuktu there is somebody callin` me zada

All day, all night, I wail like you

The sway in my walk the farmer talk

and my razzamatazz salutes you

There you are in the double-talk tease at a party

and a spark in the eye for every curve I see`s a spotlight

for drama and punchline timing

It’s this baby-boomer`s dream to be bustin` a gut like you

when a face don’t fit, and they won`t let me drive,

and they all smile and say such a punim

You taught me life is a song, and I’m one damn lucky man,

And it’s good to jump into a chorus,

jump around in the leaves, yeah

Make a splash, have a blast, let her rip, yeah

Come on, full out in glory

just for the sake of the love of the feel of the whole damn thing

Am I right or am I wrong

JP - vocals, guitar,

Joey Turco - bass

Brendan Ostrander - drums

Peter Mclean - keyboard