Deep down in Louisiana close the New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Good
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like ringin a bell
Pozdrav Maniji, Grgi, Smeagol, Vedrani, Barbara, Sanja, Marijana, Maurich, Krce, Tea, Iva, Hakle, Pita, Savin, Štaka!
Peace!

Post je objavljen 16.05.2006. u 19:18 sati.