Electric Boots, a Mohair Suit

©2002 Mercury Music Limited

I was sailing down the freeway in my automobile last week, singing to Elton John's classic, Benny and the Jets.

Well, okay, maybe I didn't get all the words just right. Perhaps it's me, but I've never been able to make out all of Sir Elton's words. Or most of them. In fact, in the spirit of true confession, mostly I was singing the refrain and mumbling through the rest. 

For once, it wasn't because I was intentionally mangling the lyrics, like someone else I won't mention. Or will (Mr. Ginley). I do know it's "electric BOOTS."

Being of the sort who believes in advanced education, I went to my friend the Google to discover, after all these years, the actual lyrics to the song.

"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit," I said to the cat. "I was nowhere near."

Oh well. I consoled myself with the fact no one was stuck in the car with me and my off-key renderings of the timeless tune.

And it still felt good to do a duet with Sir Elton.

Even if I am no Kiki Dee.