"ONE MORE……

I can hear the music, Mort
The air is filled with tones.
I can hear the tones you sing
In those eternal studios
Where the choir, in its funny robes,
Doesn’t really rock or roll
But stands and waits for us to arrive
And we will come, one by one,
To stand laughing by your side
And we will sing your songs, Mort
And you will keep us all alive…..

See you later, Old Potater.”