THE BEAT GOES ON
Well, not quite. But these touring limeys are such naughty boys they’ll throw everything but the mellotron into the pool whilst frolicking hotelside. What else have they got to do? Cruise K-Mart? Go to see Chariots of the Gods or Cinderella Liberty for the 533rd time?
THE BEAT GOES ON
Skinnydipping With A Synthesizer
Well, not quite. But these touring limeys are such naughty boys they’ll throw everything but the mellotron into the pool whilst frolicking hotelside. What else have they got to do? Cruise K-Mart? Go to see Chariots of the Gods or Cinderella Liberty for the 533rd time? Watch old Green Acres on TV?
Nah, nah, nahhh. Their only options lie in the land of no-no’s. Nod or bod, it’s trouble with a buddle on the end wherever these blighty boogers boogie.
Latest sons o’ the aold sod to get sotted and scamper were Emerson, Lake & Palmer, or at least one-third thereof, who recently got caught with jammers down. •Way down. Out the window, in fact, and into the pool where Salt Lake City police arrested Greg Lake and four colonial buddies for swimming nude at two o’clock in the morning.
The oinkers said the five nekkid squealies told them they’d been kicking back in the Royal Inn’s sauna bath and felt like cooli»g off in the outside pool, Temp at the time was 34 degrees.