GK: ......after a word from the Ketchup Advisory Board. (PIANO)
SS: These are the good years for Jim and me. The kids are in a program out in Oregon someplace ---- they're mad at us but they've been gone for years now so-no problem --- -- anyway ---- this morning......I noticed the date on the calendar, and I said to Jim----- You know what day this is?
TR: (TWO BEATS) Saturday?
SS: Forty years ago today. Think. The front seat of a '67 Mustang. We were parked at the beach. It was almost midnight. We'd been to a movie. We were sit necking and our song came on the radio, (SHE SINGS) If I were a carpenter And you were a lady Would you marry me anyway? Would you have my baby? ----And we tore each other's clothes off, right there. Remember?
TR: Barb, I never had a '67 Mustang.
SS: Whatever it was. An Impala-----
TR: And I always hated that song.
SS: Not that night you didn't.
TR: You must've been tearing off somebody else's clothes in that front seat.
SS: It was you.
TR: I never had a Mustang. Had an old Volvo for awhile but it didn't have a radio.
SS: Are you sure?
TR: That must've been your boyfriend, Larry.
SS: No, that was you. We went to a movie and then we parked looking over the lake and the stars were shining on the water and we were naked in the front seat --- well, you know, you're right, it was Larry, come to think of it. Isn't that funny. Of course it was Larry. Oh well. --- Sorry.
TR: It's all right, Barb. I used to be tormented by jealousy and then it dawned on me ---- you had to mess around with some real losers so you could appreciate the prize you won when you got me. Catchup is full of natural mellowing agents that help you to live in the moment and not agonize about the past ------ (PIANO)
These are the good years here in Minneapolis Spring is here, and people going capless Flowing like ketchup on a plate of tapas.
GK: Ketchup....for the good times.