the words I know, the tune I hum...

Whenever I hear the song Tiny Dancer by Elton John I like to pretend he is singing Tony Danza.  Like Elton had a crush on Tony from his Taxi days.  Like he was imagining Tony counting the headlights on the highway on his way home to Elton who had freshly pressed the linen sheets, knowing that his taxi driver man had a busy day.  Even better to picture Elton dressed like Donna Reed.

Hold me closer, Tony Danza.

See, now you can live in my head a little.  Enjoy.