Like a Crazy Foreigner

Hey Greg,

Ron here.

I've been singing to myself the soft low mantra of pies and pink shirts and milkshakes that I promised I'd write for you as a sort of Australian songline.

In Melbourne and in Sydney I've tried to repeat it for most of my walks (I refuse to say walkabout), and plan to be singing it in Brisbane and even Warnambool (that is if youre not fully recovered by then).

I hope you realize that it makes me come across as an insane mumbling foreigner here and that along with my bad Aussie accent these people don't need another reason to punch me in the face.

Be strong, get better, and I'll teach you the song when next we meet in NYC or Toronto or hell for that matter we can come back to Warnambool.

BIG LOVE to you.

xo,

RJH