The destorted Doors, an old caravan,
Laughter from two, who clutch their can
They wander through the night, moonlit street,
Back to their haven, freedom retreat
No need for clothing, almost naked they dance
With thoughts of Paris, they slip into a trance
Old book of erotic poetry perfect to recite
Open-minded dreams are made tonight

Two more return and find them now fast asleep

Topless poetry they find does not make a peep

awaken flower children what have you done

Stay awake and party, Lets have some fun

I awaken and look over at Georgie Lynne

I remember what we've done and I start to grin

Well we got a little drunk, Did not have a care

We even booked tickets to Paris with Ryan air

It was our tribute to Woodstock an ode to Jim

So we boarded the plane and set off to find him

We met street performers, stayed in a squatt

We wrote poetry, sung and danced alot

What a memory I'll keep in my mind forever

ode to Georgie and more memories together!