It started waaaay back in '56, when we met at a sock hop. She was wearing a pink poodle skirt and her hair was done up in a pony tail. I was a member of the Lonely Ones. I was the boss. If hair was a crime, I would be on death row. I drove the T-Bird. I laid down the rules. There was only one true way to make a buck back then.

That's right, hustlin & pimpin'...