Yo Rodger............for the good times

Hey Rodger, I gave it some thought; and I ain’t mad, because you left.

I’m mad, at myself, for not getting to talk, to you yet

I wanted, to stroll back, down, memory lane,

About the experiences, we had, without you, they’ll never be same


The days and nights, in your yellow car, we joked, and called it “The Banana”

Drove us, all around town, hangin up posters, with a staple gun hamma

Watchin out, for police, was all part, of the fun

While the radio played, anything, from Lakeside, to, Con Funk Shun


The days and nights, at different malls, from Hawthorne, Carson to Fox Hills

Passing out flyers; and I must admit, talking to the girls, was the real thrill

And then, the anticipation, of the beginning, of the dance

Shot adrenalin, thought my body, I wish I could get, another chance


We get to Alpine. LOOK! The line’s, an hour wait

Your excellence, was on the hook; and our fans took the bait

We reeled them in, took their money, and put a stamp, on their hands

They wished, for a good time; and that wish, was our command.


We gave them, what they wanted, nights with music, hard and smooth.

From “Shake Your Pants”, and the twins, “4th of July” and, “Labor Day Groove”.

You went on, to do greater thangs, I’m sorry, for leaving your side

Now, that I’ve admitted that, I’m no longer mad, cause you died.