Not a typical teenager, I came to realize when you picked up your guitar and played a tune that sounded familiar. That song which you heard a while back in the comfort of your own home, while your daddy had some friends over. Christmas is coming and you got a new guitar; to my utter delight the first notes you played were:
“Little man walked up and down,
To find an eatin’ place in town.
He looked the menu thru and thru,
To see what a dollar bill might do.
CHORUS:
One meat ball,
One meat ball,
One meat ball,
All he could get was one meat ball.
He told that waiter near at hand,
The simple dinner he had planned.
The guests were startled one and all,
To hear that waiter loudly call.
Repeat CHORUS
Little man felt so ill at ease,
He said: “Some bread Sir, if you please.”
The waiter hollered down the hall:
You get no bread with your one meat ball.
Little man felt so very bad,
One meat ball is all he had.
And in his dreams he can still hear that call
You get no bread with your one meat ball.”
I love you Tio, for even at your age, you are leaps ahead of your time.
