Well, I’ve really got my own gig with a band that’ll smoke the Texas Playboys, but I’ve got to add some more in to make ends meet. So, it’s 1952 and I’m out here in the rain outside a smokehouse on the Hempstead Highway waitin’ to meet my pickup band for the night.
We’re gonna back a little out a town girl named Patsy Clyne. I hope she does all right, but…
I’m sure she’ll do fine.
Trust me! 
… the crazy dame wants to change her name to Cline and my friend Melvis says nobody should ever change their name …
… but what does he know? His name is Melvis Pelvis, and he still hasn’t figured out why people laugh when they meet him.
Well, the band has finally arrived, and we’re about to step in and start the gig. I just saw that some smartass has pasted a big sticker on my guitar. In big pink letters, it says…
Hello Kitty!
Now, I happen to dislike all those cutesie little slogans, especially those meant for 3 year olds but worn by all ages. Besides, I don’t think pink or Hello Kitty would mix so well with the rough crowd I’ll be playing for.
So, I had an idea. I took a bottle of sticky remover and attempted to use it to get rid of the sticker. However, Billy Joe Bob Brown (yes, all one name) decided to play a nasty little trick on me and replaced the ascitane with superglue. Now, you will NEVER believe what has stuck to it…