THE OLD HANGOUT
THE JUKEBOX: TINA TURNER, "LET'S STAY TOGETHER"

EDIE

        Promise me you won't cry at what I've got to tell you.
        'Cause if you do, I will,
        and you know what an ugly sight that is.
        Pam and I are moving to New York. Ivan
        got that violin scholarship, and Pam's got a good offer--new
        magazine they're starting, Today's Mind.
        They want Pam on the staff. And me? I got stuff cooking there;
        Bella may run again.
        We got Janet's loft while she's away on some worldwide tour
        with that damn art piece of hers.
        Now she calls it "A Get-Well Card to the Avant-Garde."
        I hear she does that part under the veil herself. Yeah, Ivan's
        gonna play a solo with that Suzuki group of kids at Carnegie
        Hall. Can you believe that turkey-baster kid is a prodigy? I
        knew we had something special when he was born on
        Thanksgiving.
        He cries about leaving the twins; they've been his good
        buddies. Ah, you know how those bullies at school gang up on
        him, playing the violin the way he does.
        Got one green eye, one blue.
        Got two mommies and no daddy.
        Pam and I should never have gone to that
        PTA meeting together.
        But anybody picked on him, those twins were like two little
        Charlie Bronsons with Bataca bats.
        So what about you?
        You're back in the work farce, huh?