Hey, Baby, they're playing our song. In 1956 Brigitte Bardot was twenty two. I was nine. That didn't affect our love affair. Of course the mademoiselle didn't know a thing about it. Still doesn't.
Walter Mitty's got nothing on me. I've broken my arm, my nose and my foot. Not bad divided by this number of years. Oh, and my heart. Nine hundred and seventy three times. Doesn't do much for my average. Even Knievel's got nothing on me, either.