This idea came to me while I was out walking the dogs (I have 2 staying with me this weekend).
I have just the vaguest idea for a melody right now, a take-off on "Come Fly With Me."
It's Dead in Here
It's dead in here,the rafters no longer ring.
Lenny the King's off doing his thing.
And, baby, that cat could sing.
It's dead in here
the windows are all painted black.
The cockroaches aren't coming back.
And that includes Illinois Jack.
Just O and Justin D
still seem to know it's the place to be.
And lovely Miss Grace is showing her face
which is more than all right with me.
And speaking of me
and the other Lee, sometimes called Mr. Cool.
He's teaching school, I'm playin' the fool.
But, man, it's still dead in here.
That's all I've got so far.