Do you remember how we fought in the Revolution, Binkley? The Drums, the Bugles, so much glory, so long past…
Now we’re old and grey, Oh, BinkleyAnd since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your handCan you hear the drums Oh, BinkleyDo you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio GrandeI can see it in your eyesHow proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
There was something in the air that nightThe stars were bright, Oh, BinkleyThey were shining there for you and meFor liberty, Oh, Binkley
Adiraiju over 6 years ago
“…and said ‘Ugh, your breath stinks.’ before dumping you on the pavement and driving away with your wallet.”
…Well, that’s how most of my stories end.
!!ǝlɐ⅁ Premium Member over 6 years ago
Binkley, my man, what’s done in Hong Kong stays in Hong Kong. Well, except for the bedbugs in your sleeping bag.
David Rickard Premium Member over 6 years ago
I could stand to hear a little more.
billswingle over 6 years ago
Wow, Berkeley’s talented! He wrote this 36 years ago! I hope he knows how gifted he is!!
Bob Blumenfeld over 6 years ago
Flashbackus interruptus
Andylit Premium Member over 6 years ago
That’s why I stopped drinking.
“AND WHAT?!?!?”
Sisyphos over 6 years ago
Yesterday, I said Milo was delusional. Today, I thinking his problem is even more serious.
Binkley is gullible.
We need a penguin intervention!
Ed Brault Premium Member over 6 years ago
Do you remember how we fought in the Revolution, Binkley? The Drums, the Bugles, so much glory, so long past…
Now we’re old and grey, Oh, BinkleyAnd since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your handCan you hear the drums Oh, BinkleyDo you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio GrandeI can see it in your eyesHow proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
There was something in the air that nightThe stars were bright, Oh, BinkleyThey were shining there for you and meFor liberty, Oh, Binkley